This might be the most impulsive day in our lives.
It starts with my friend,
We ate at the eatery,
She's busy drawing something on a plain index card,
Little did we know that she's drawing someone from the other table.
Self-effacingly gave it him,
Though all eyes are on her.
He said thank you,
She ran away like a red tomato.
It amazes me how she can use her talent to make a move,
Well, I write,
If I hypothetically gave someone a poem, will they not be creeped out of me?
But still, the story goes,
My old crush have a not gonna lie,
Maybe, it's just the inspiration or maybe it's just the hopeless romantic feeling of getting away from this another guy, that's why I tapped in.
Well, guess what I did?
I ask, "courting someone?"
I know, it's unhinged,
It's cringe,
It's so no.
But everytime I look at my surroundings,
I am still thinking, if one of those boys who passed by is going to be the one.
I always hope,
I always look,
I always try,
I always say It's love,
But it's just a confusion coated in a ribbon box.
