Dear stranger,
Two weeks have passed since I last wrote to you last.
I saw you again today, almost after an eternity.
My friend and I, the same as before, were standing beside the busy city routes.
And then she spoke it out to me, a guy with golden eyes it seemed.
I turned my head, a little too quick, and I swear my heart started beating thick.
You stood causally, against the wall, wearing a pair of stripped pajamas and a grey shirt.
Is it weird that yet, even thou it was nothing special, I wondered how you still looked so good.
Your eyes, they were piercing through mine, as if asking what I hid inside.
And I looked away for I hath not the courage to be able to stay.
My eyes hold the worst of fears, for they are full of silent tears.
We walked away, for I couldn't let my soul linger on its escape.
I wish I could just walk up to you, for these secret glances are making me feel loose.
I wonder why you looked at me like that.
