Disclaimer : I have no idea what the following context means. I just want to tell that even a person who hasn’t experienced this ‘thing’ ,what people call ‘love’ can write about it. But whateve’, never bother reading this. This is the ugliest and not even poetic. Just wanted to give a hand on it. But truly I suck. Read at your own risk! And then again don’t blame me saying this was s-h-i-t, for I know it is. Actually, I wrote this on the 14th of February, but didn’t have time to finish and post. But, I warn you there are more to come. 😛
When I First saw you,
My heart skipped a beat.
But I never missed seeing you.
I didn’t understand what it meant.
That smile, Those beautiful eyes, That curly hair,
They all mesmerize me, everytime.
I think about you all the time,
You are the angel, I had ever seen.
I know, I are not your type,
I also know that you are out of my league,
But when It happens, I just Happens.
I don’t know what it is!
I don’t know what I should do.
I can’t stop thinking about you.
I have never talked to you,
But why do I feel like I know you for ages.
Weeks turned to Days,
Days turned to hours,
Hours turned to minutes,
But I still can’t stop thinking about you.
I feel you are the light,
In the darkness of my life,
I feel you are the rising sun,
In the dawn of my withered self.
I feel you are the angel,
To save me, to give me life,
To make me what I am,
To make me complete.
Is this what ‘love’ is?
I wish I could tell you,
I wish I could make you mine,
For I am incomplete without you.
P.S. : So how was the so called thing called ‘love’ ? Seriously, I don’t know how to use those comparisons that people use describing the beauty. I know, I know : iSuck. My apologies.
