when i saw you,
i got fascinated
by how serious
and mysterious
and beautiful you were.
got intrigued by those eyes
behind those glasses
so i took a closer look of you,
then little by little,
i knew a part of you.
little by little,
i started liking you too.
i was glad to know
that we shared a little
similarity together.
can't stop myself
from smiling
by this thought
not to, i'm trying.
you are like those boys
i've only seen and read in books.
never thought that one day,
i'll be seeing one in reality.
but how does it even differ from fantasy?
for you don't even know me.
YOU ARE READING
raindrops
Poetrywords that drizzles, falls, and showers like raindrops through me but doesn't fall visibly.