My eyes lit up
Seeing you in your white and gray striped shirt
And that eyeglasses of yours that's hooked on your pointed nose
Your lovely chinky eyes that would passed by at me
That face that is always serious
If only a blink can take the momentum
I wonder if you ever think of me
As my mind restlessly feels kilig whenever I see your back
I want to run my fingers through your clean cut, curly hair
Oh how I wish that I am your seatmate
How does it feel to be by yourside
To talk with you
To have snacks with you
To stare at you
You brought mixed emotions in me
If I should fall for you
Or you should fall for me
I pray that I can sit close to you
Even if not by your side
Seeing the side view of your face
I scream internally
MIA BELLA, NN
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Nocturnal Nights
PoetryNight time will always be your secret diary. (A collection of my poems, short stories and thoughts that comes from my restless mind when night time hits.)
