Friday, February 9, 2018

Day 40: Cynicality

There is something about those eyes 
That freezes my world to frame 
the way she hides in her hair
Or even just play with it
it just leaves me in awe 

I keep telling myself "hold on"
As I always break, Snap, and burst
I really can't imagine for again to fall
Every time I fall in love again and again
But damn it, there's just something about her

My eyes are just fixated, as she's minding her business
How she hold her phone, how she yawns
How she plays with her hair every time
How she waits for the time to pass by
how she smiles, grunts and sighs

I tried to look away but it I couldn't
Keeping myself busy just to avoid her 
However, in times of approach I see in disaster
As my hand, and voice and shakes simultaneously
Since even just her being there is a minus one melody

In the end you could not fight what you're feeling
when you thought you are better off alone
Just waiting for the sky to fall and break
she changed every little thing of that
Her voice pulled me out of that

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