Monday, November 22, 2010

| Infatuation |

 

A giggle escapes my teeth,
when ii think about the fluttering butterflies, my stomach seethe           
Across the hall, ii see him chatting
talking to his friends, they're happily patting
An urge runs down my spine
to keep staring at him, the guy who's a sparkling shine
Captivated by the unknown factor
there's not a word to him ii wanna utter
I don't feel like giving up, i know i'vnt wasted my time
not wasted it believing, he could ever be mine
It's not a case of a friendship turned into love
so there's no chance of a heartbreak, not any dying dove
Thats why ii don't fear,
to keep gazing at him, ii know there won't be any tear
For a person like me, an extrovert
these sensations are new, as into words my thoughts instantly convert
To him, my feelings, ii don't share
he's a popular guy, who wouldn't care
Because ii know I'm not "higher class"
i'm something he would just surpass
This thought might get me disturbed,
but knowing that ii ain't making any effort, my emotions aren't perturbed
Somehow ii don't repent that ii aint making an attempt 
it's the gazing with which my heart is contempt
Coz with a try, there can be a friendship's creation
merely atm all ii want to experience, is a beautiful feeling called infatuation.