Now in his room, he switched on dim lights,
Then sat on his bed and began to write:
“Slender and tall, you’re beautiful.
The way you chuckle, just adorable.
Who would’ve thought this would happen to me?
Desiring something not meant to be.
The look in your eyes, so incredible,
But then your voice, barely audible.
Your oversized pants and your many sweaters,
Make you unique – a peacock with its feathers.
I remember when you first approached me,
Hands in pocket, you were a sight to see.
“Let’s do lunch!”, went a casual thought.
You said, “Sure”, but then we’d not.
Time would go by, we’d become familiar,
Not in the way I wanted, but almost similar.
The car rides with those suggestive songs,
Alas, in my eyes; you could do no wrong.
Getting time alone with you – a constant struggle,
Finding things we’d do – became a lot to juggle.
Your other friends, always firm by your side,
Would eventually cause me; my emotions to hide.
Our story, however, isn’t over, yet,
I still believe that you, I might get.
I guess we’d just have to see,
If, indeed, we’re meant to be.”
He yawned, and then switched off his light,
And in few minutes, was out for the night.
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