There was nothing special that morning,
Until you never stopped looking,
Been hardly pacing other directions
And was quite in trance and observation.
Was it a nice view to look at?
Or was it worthy to your attention?
Or was it just a “maybe” figment of your imagination?
With all honesty I was amused by your devotion,
An eye open to me was like a window in motion,
Staring back at you while you look away
Quite made my every nerve giddy, can’t stay still and sways.
You’re that guy who secretly wrote something special on my back,
Making me believe that there’s forever I could look up to,
Something hard inside me softened that morning,
You did extra-ordinarily mind blowing.
I didn’t quite catch the move you made,
Was it just pure bliss of temporary intoxication?
Or was it a frame in the future exploration?
A guy actually caught my attention,
But you bicker and interfere with the commotion,
And had me think that there can something be really going on.
I thought I was just assuming,
But you ended my questioning,
You got my number that evening
And called me towards the evening.
I’m still waiting on how this thing is going to be something.
