Tinta

Right Next To Me

what a cloudy day

and the sun didn't say 'hey'

the ambiance of the afternoon

made me shiver my spine and bone

highways are quite busy

but it doesn't seem so messy

people were intervened

of how gloomy it seems

vehicle running, people crossing

to and fro their destination

while I, on the bench sitting

showing off my maudlin observation

my point of view tells me

alone, as what they could see

as time pass, as everyone does

seemed it wouldn't last

alas! someone out there

with his looks everywhere

from hair down to his javelin

I tell you, he might descended from heaven

then I secretly whisper

'how I wish this wouldn't last'

though he might didn't care

but my heart beats so fast

'sitting next to a prince

in a distance of ten to eleven inch

no one should crush us in between

the space that makes us intertwined'

I stare from the edge of my eye

secretly lips formed a smile

'I wish he would do the same

'cause his looks made me tame'

but a couple of minutes break off

when he left as a stranger

leaving me hanging, enough

for me to realize, we're not meant for each other...