It's a rainy afternoon
In front of the elevator door.
We're waiting at its doorstep
Wishing for it to open soon.

Suddenly your hands land on my shoulder,
Then you look at me with that sly smile of yours.
I'm not quite sure if you'd already know
How I cover up with a gentle nudge, just so my emotions won't show.

Boy, you know what? I'm starting to like you more;
Only that it feels so wrong.
Am I only dreaming?
or am I just being blinded by these thoughts:

Happy feels.
Elated emotions.
That "kilig" factor, and
The picture of us being together.

If I can't get out of this mess
Just hear my plea tho.

Please stop making me fall,
If it will end up on me being all alone;
For I know where your heart
Truly belongs.

It's already taken
By that ******* your wallpaper
Whose contact detail
Is your favorite set of numbers.