One, two, three
He walks in
Like a burning rose with
Icy flames
Making my head burns
And freezes my eyes
Looking at him.

Four, five, six
He caught my staring
And smiles sweetly
His voice trembles, saying
"Hello, what's up?"

Seven, eight, nine
I hold my breath as hard as I can
Wanting to scream
On how much he made me feel
Of a single hello
Could made me think of nothing
But making him my
Golden cage.

Ten.
He claps his hands
And walks away
And talks about
How my eyes froze
At him.
Looking
At
Him.