Green and black striped cardigan she wore, my gaze rose as she began to talk,
To me her name was still unknown but I befriended her curvy lovelock.
In class she was a gift to my sight, elegant plaits with her complexion being bright,
Some incredible day she held my hand right and said out loud, "I like your watch, the one which is white."
From that moment on a journey began,
Young and immature with fictional plans,
Clashes we had but I still remained her fan,
Because forgetting her is something I never can.
She's not here, but she never left,
Stole my emotional front yet I can't charge for theft,
Because any girl might claim these lines written above,
But I wrote this message for the only one I love.
Black jumper and red skirt she wore,
My gaze rose as she began to talk,
To me her name was more than her own, oh I'm so in love with her curvy lovelock.❤️
-Utkarsh Upadhyay
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC
Green and black striped cardigan she wore, my gaze rose as she began to talk,
To me her name was still unknown but I befriended her curvy lovelock.
In class she was a gift to my sight, elegant plaits with her complexion being bright,
Some incredible day she held my hand right and said out loud, "I like your watch, the one which is white."
From that moment on a journey began,
Young and immature with fictional plans,
Clashes we had but I still remained her fan,
Because forgetting her is something I never can.
She's not here, but she never left,
Stole my emotional front yet I can't charge for theft,
Because any girl might claim these lines written above,
But I wrote this message for the only one I love.
Black jumper and red skirt she wore,
My gaze rose as she began to talk,
To me her name was more than her own, oh I'm so in love with her curvy lovelock.❤️
-Utkarsh Upadhyay
