Ocean Dreams

Muse

I thought it was a glare,
I tried to confirm it; turns out it was just a stare,
You were staring as you made me your muse,
Ofcourse you also included the people beside me but I couldn't help but blow up like a fuse,
With your sketch pad and pencil,
You look at me with those eyes; a shade of hazel,
A heat comes up to my face,
Your face is just so perfect; I want to shower it with praise.

It's only a matter of time that the train would stop,
Our destination is right around the block,
And it's only a matter of time that I would blow up and pop,
I am flustered by your stares; you smiled as you drew ME— my heart dropped,
I guess it was my turn to be in the spotlight,
Your attention was set onto me; I know i'm right.

I try to sit still so that you could get my angles right,
I want to know how beautiful I am from your sight,
How I carry myself even when I am currently stressed,
Atleast I am properly dressed,
I need not to worry about how I would be worthy of your sketch,
The passengers tries to move me aside to get some space— making me sit on the edge,
I noticed how you also moved a bit to be infront of me; and I promise, I melted,
As you sketch, I memorize your feature; it was finely detailed.

As you glace at me once more, I had tried to look away and pretended I didn't stare,
I paused as I heard a giggle; now that was rare,
I tried to look who it was and the tracks led up to you,
I accidently made a comment that I wish I could undo,
"Cute", that was my comment,
Ofcourse it was something I really meant,
But I couldn't help but be embarrased by the sudden statement I had sent.

At long last, the time I had feared had come,
Do believe me when I tell you that I did not want it to end— oh who am I kidding? I probably look so dumb,
The speakers announced that we had arrived at our destination,
Just when will the train give its cooperation?
I noticed how you slightly lifted your sketch pad and I noticed the scribbles on them,
"You are like a gem",
What did you mean by those words?
Is it to make my feelings worst?

Silly me to fall for you in such a small amount of time,
But the hour I spent posing for you as you drew me; I wish I could call you mine,
But at last we were leaving the train,
As the people pushed us to go outside despite the rain,
I did not have an umbrella but ofcourse I was fine with it because I had my hoodie,
What surprised me was an umbrella that covered me; I knew who it was— I was just not ready.

I see your shoes infront of me,
Your sketch pad and pencil on your hand; it felt like destiny,
I slightly lifted my head and noticed the corner of your lips rose,
I now probably looked like someone who was doing some pose,
With those soft plumped rose tainted lips; you spoke,
"I might as well introduce myself, I suppose"
Followed by those utterly seductive chuckle,
Your statement was simple yet it felt like a riddle.