My back froze in friction

My sight locates your presence

My ear grasp the loud echo of your boom set

My cardio pounded in awe

I attempted a gaze but your eyes looked away

I put a smile for you, but your face remained asleep

When will I be rewarded by my effort not unforcedly sounded?

For I eyed to you a twin of my past who plastered my mind of his memory foremost

I came across a song, a song you find appealing

(A song that he feasted too...)

You are my torture like the way he eventually be

Time after time you tresspass my unity

Thereafter sorrow visits me

Then my mind's suddenly puzzled

If you don't coincide my past,

Will I offer similar fascination?

I'm not sure.