Well, it was early Thursday morning,
As I heard something was ringing,
I opened my eyes, blinking, yawning,
It was my phone, someone’s calling.
Then, “Hello, aren’t you awake yet?”
His voice echoed, I felt so scared,
It’s simply because I woke up late,
I said “Oh sorry, are you there yet?”
He informed, “Not yet. Hey, get ready”
We were going to be as busy as a bee,
I sat up on my bed, felt kind of dizzy,
I knew I wasn’t organized and clumsy.
Then, I walked briskly down the pathway,
As I was making my way to the bus stop,
I could see her standing at the doorway,
The familiar cleaner, she’s holding a mop.
Hmmm, it was a very beautiful day,
I hoped everything would be okay,
I prayed to God to show us the way,
Even though it would be a tiring day.
I got there and I wandered around,
I jolted a bit when I heard a sound,
It’s a honk; I looked at my surround,
OK, they had arrived, safe and sound.
I opened the door and put in my feet,
And sank at the back passenger seat,
She’s there, smiling, she looked neat,
She’s a friend of mine, she’s so sweet.
Altogether, there were four of us,
But, we still had to pick up someone,
For having that someone was a must,
He’s the leader, he’s our capable one.
As we were heading to his place,
I tried to guess the look of his nest,
I didn’t want it obvious on my face,
So, I tried to be cool like the rest.
Then we finally reached at the junction,
He steered carefully his car to the right,
Then I came up with a weird emotion,
“Hey relax. Just act normal, all right?”
That guy appeared at the gate and got in,
I could feel something weird from within,
He smiled and greeted everyone in no din,
Honestly, he was so nice, he was no mean.
I thought it was a total miracle,
For having a seat in the middle,
I could see him through that angle,
That feeling; it made me entangled.
I threw a glance at the front mirror,
I must admit, he was so cool; no error,
As “Payphone” song played on the radio,
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You Got My Mark
PoetryI left a mark on his hand, accidentally. It's crazy, it's messy. A day with this unpredictable crush.