It all started with your face,
when I saw you at the hallway that day with one of your friend
funny how everything feels like déjà vu when I first met you,
it feels like I saw you from somewhere else before
but not here,
not there,
or maybe not in this life,
but I've met you somewhere.
I remember I couldn't stop looking at your face,
that sharp jawline,
that pointy nose,
that stubble,
that long lashes,
that face that I probably couldn't forget for the rest of my life.
It all started with your body,
how I want those arms to hold me tight
on the sleepless night,
or when I'm crying,
or when you're happy,
as you linger your arms around my neck.
I want to hear your beating heart as you hold me tight,
I want your hands to softly caress my hair and my face,
I want your fingers to intertwined with mine,
I want your body as a whole,
as it is.
It all started with you eyes,
those pretty brown pair of eyes,
that day when you saw me at a crowded place
at first glance,
there were a hundred pairs of eyes around you
but yours were locked directly at mine
or the day when I cut my hair so short,
you were staring at me,
observing it,
quietly,
for a distance
as it's something you never saw before.
it was your eyes that made me realize that
maybe I have a crush on you.
It all started with you lips,
oh, how I could I will ever forget your cheeky grin,
your smirk,
your smile,
wishing that lips could kiss me
in my cheek,
lips,
nose,
neck,
every single inch of my skin,
everywhere,
it was your lips that made me realize that
maybe I have fallen deeply for you.
It all started with your voice
they are so soft,
your words are so sweet and warm,
like a caramel
funny, because you never said some thing that sounds sweet to me
but that made me realize that,
maybe I love you.
It all ends with your heart,
because it beats for someone else,
because your eyes falls for someone prettier than me,
because your body choose to collide with others, not mine,
because your lips prefers to kiss someone with a softer lips,
because "I love you" wasn't something that meant to me, after all
This is how it ends,
but that's not how my love ends.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
It all started with your face,
when I saw you at the hallway that day with one of your friend
funny how everything feels like déjà vu when I first met you,
it feels like I saw you from somewhere else before
but not here,
not there,
or maybe not in this life,
but I've met you somewhere.
I remember I couldn't stop looking at your face,
that sharp jawline,
that pointy nose,
that stubble,
that long lashes,
that face that I probably couldn't forget for the rest of my life.
It all started with your body,
how I want those arms to hold me tight
on the sleepless night,
or when I'm crying,
or when you're happy,
as you linger your arms around my neck.
I want to hear your beating heart as you hold me tight,
I want your hands to softly caress my hair and my face,
I want your fingers to intertwined with mine,
I want your body as a whole,
as it is.
It all started with you eyes,
those pretty brown pair of eyes,
that day when you saw me at a crowded place
at first glance,
there were a hundred pairs of eyes around you
but yours were locked directly at mine
or the day when I cut my hair so short,
you were staring at me,
observing it,
quietly,
for a distance
as it's something you never saw before.
it was your eyes that made me realize that
maybe I have a crush on you.
It all started with you lips,
oh, how I could I will ever forget your cheeky grin,
your smirk,
your smile,
wishing that lips could kiss me
in my cheek,
lips,
nose,
neck,
every single inch of my skin,
everywhere,
it was your lips that made me realize that
maybe I have fallen deeply for you.
It all started with your voice
they are so soft,
your words are so sweet and warm,
like a caramel
funny, because you never said some thing that sounds sweet to me
but that made me realize that,
maybe I love you.
It all ends with your heart,
because it beats for someone else,
because your eyes falls for someone prettier than me,
because your body choose to collide with others, not mine,
because your lips prefers to kiss someone with a softer lips,
because "I love you" wasn't something that meant to me, after all
This is how it ends,
but that's not how my love ends.
I just wanna kiss your right in your ******* face.
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