he ,
was unknown to every inch ,
to every part ,
in my soul and heart ,
even his name ,
was a foreigner to me .
he ,
slowly followed my shadow ,
to every destination ,
though we have nothing in common ,
his spirit never left ,
and never act so swift .
he ,
saw i walked into the hall ,
waiting my name to be call ,
to pretend something i was'nt ,
to talk like a politician ,
there , he just stared at me with admiration .
he ,
leave a message in silent ,
waiting for me to get the meaning ,
though had another lady to attend ,
but always dreamed for a leaving ,
to catch me soon .
he ,
never wasted a minute ,
to give me wonderful feelings ,
a smile on my face ,
butterflies on my heart ,
i was drawn to his happiness .
he ,
getting more colder and harder ,
as he focused on his art and work ,
till i was lost to his state being bussier ,
though the heart was ready to break ,
if only he realise .
he ,
was nowhere to be found ,
where his acts became more sickening ,
leaving me in shock and dumbfound ,
only to find myself was crying ,
i was missing him so much.
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