My best friend and I were at some cafe.
Waiting for that girl she wants me to meet.
We were conversing about how she met that girl
At the library she was engrossed reading Macbeth or Jane Eyre
She was so into that girl.
I wasn't able to tell her about you.
You who I saw by the park
Watching people passing by and
Smiling at them trying to make their day brighter
You whom I instantly got attracted to
You whom I'd love to ask out soon as I see you on that park bench again
You.
I wasn't able to tell her about you.
Because she suddenly beamed and pointed behind me and said,
'That's her, that's the girl I'll love.'
She confidently said, and as I turned,
I confirmed she was right, she would surely love that girl - -
Because that girl,
That girl was you.
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RomantizmLike the ships in the night that we are. This is what happens After we say goodnight. As we succumb in the safety of our quilts under the moonlight. -Compilation of Poetry-
