I see you
but you don't see me.
Too afraid to give a hello, a smile, a noticeable notice.
I note everything about you;
your hair
your lips
your clothes
your aura
your everything.
I want to be yours, and you mine.
Though we've never met; isn't it strange?
Love at first sight, or lust at first sight?
Unrequited love, or lovers in a past life?
What could we be, if I just say-
You leave.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
I see you
but you don't see me.
Too afraid to give a hello, a smile, a noticeable notice.
I note everything about you;
your hair
your lips
your clothes
your aura
your everything.
I want to be yours, and you mine.
Though we've never met; isn't it strange?
Love at first sight, or lust at first sight?
Unrequited love, or lovers in a past life?
What could we be, if I just say-
You leave.
When I'm out, I always see interesting people I want to talk to, but every single time, I always get too scared of what they'll think of me, and by the time I get the courage to say something, they're already walking away to live their life.
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