Dear Iron Man,
I didn’t want to look in that direction, but
like always, I couldn’t take command over my eyes. They betrayed, every time I
trusted them. Never had any guy had this effect on me. The moment you turn up,
my senses take a break and move out into a phase of never ending desire. My
cheeks were never so perfectly lit, until before you.
Whenever you sit beside me, I can’t focus on
anything. I get scared to even move a finger or take in a deep breath. All I
think is what you would be thinking of me at the very moment. When there are
people between us, I try to steal glances without your notice. I definitely
don’t want to get caught while admiring you. I know this is crazy, but I love
your hands. Sounds idiotic right? But this is the truth. The sexiness of your
hands always acts as a positive force attracting me even more. Sometimes I
wonder if my sight would turn into an evil one, spoiling them. If I were a guy,
I would have envied you for that.
When you are already seated and I enter the
place; and if for some reason our eyes meet, the world around me freezes. I
could have pushed you by the seat and kissed you, if there weren’t so many
restrictions.
Anyone would describe me as a light which
would shine, even in the darkest of hour. I’m more like the color yellow; ready
to spread the brightness all over. And your nature claims a grayish presence;
secluded from the world, most of the time. Considering my personality, you
would be the last person ever, to match up.
I do not know what quality of yours made me
fall for you. I do not know either, if I’m still in that pit, I once fell. But
I do know that I’m going to skip a beat over and over again every time you pass
by.
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I’m waiting for that final moment
You say the words that I can’t say…
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