I want to call out your name
But every time I try, my voice fails me
Like wipers on the windshield,
Your presence erases each drop of thought
And here I am left speechless
Unable to open my mouth - jaws locked
Frozen, petrified, like ice -
I melt into a mess of awkwardness
There, I find my wit doubtful
For I, who chase after the deep secrets
Of this dark, mysterious world
From the miniscule to the galaxies
Who run after all the laws
Of gravity, energy, entropy
Deal with forces, momentum
Concepts that have always eluded man
Could not find a single word
Unbelievably, nor make a sound
When you, oh you, are around
You steal my mind away; it frustrates me
Because I know we'd relate
Talking about God and humanity
Favorite poems and stories
Making fun of Shakespeare's puns, laugh loudly
Sing of life and also love
Share our apprehensions and all our doubts
Shout away our hopes and dreams
Imagine, in ten years' time, where we'll be
Oh, we could have so much fun
Talking 'bout anything under the sun
But every time you walk in
Through the door, all my words just fly away
And I am left with the deafening sound of silence
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC
I want to call out your name
But every time I try, my voice fails me
Like wipers on the windshield,
Your presence erases each drop of thought
And here I am left speechless
Unable to open my mouth - jaws locked
Frozen, petrified, like ice -
I melt into a mess of awkwardness
There, I find my wit doubtful
For I, who chase after the deep secrets
Of this dark, mysterious world
From the miniscule to the galaxies
Who run after all the laws
Of gravity, energy, entropy
Deal with forces, momentum
Concepts that have always eluded man
Could not find a single word
Unbelievably, nor make a sound
When you, oh you, are around
You steal my mind away; it frustrates me
Because I know we'd relate
Talking about God and humanity
Favorite poems and stories
Making fun of Shakespeare's puns, laugh loudly
Sing of life and also love
Share our apprehensions and all our doubts
Shout away our hopes and dreams
Imagine, in ten years' time, where we'll be
Oh, we could have so much fun
Talking 'bout anything under the sun
But every time you walk in
Through the door, all my words just fly away
And I am left with the deafening sound of silence
On the frustrations of making friends with someone you like
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