Saturday, November 27, 2010
.:. Half a look .:.
Its always like this...
A kind act to others,
presented me a motive behind.
Great opportunity like this,
I had to grab it.
Opening my heart once again,
letting the feeling build up.
And once again,
I let myself be carried high.
Like a little kid opening gifts,
excited as can be.
I use this as a force,
to pull me further on.
But like all balloons floating high,
it eventually Pops.
Stunned by the beauty or moment,
one can't say.
I can only find myself looking,
except at that very face.
Exactly like an alternating current,
I want,
I can't,
but I tried.
My eyes dart across the shelves,
fingers dancing along the hangers,
legs shifting unsteadily,
like the fervor of my heart.
Such are excuses I know of,
excuses I can't avoid.
Eventually I could only peek,
not stare.
I longed for this moment,
and now I drat it.
Somehow I wished I hand't done it,
or could get it over and done with.
Then as quick as it happened,
it ended.
Passing over the gift,
she turned away.
Leaving me in her wake,
with a blur flurry of her hair.
Somehow this was expected,
I comforted myself.
But naturally,
one could always hope for more.
Walking through the crowd a blur,
I lost myself in music.
Hearing from the earphones,
I sang from my heart.
My legs danced,
a rythm of my heartbeat.
The fleeting street lights,
like the times we had.
A couple infront of me,
I sang to them.
Lost in their world,
oblivious as she always is.
Its always like this...
-On a sidenote, I really liked how this post came out. As I was typing this, I realised I wasn't looking at the screen, but instead into blank space...recalling the moment-
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