The first day I saw her hairs,
The face was hidden and,
I walked down the stairs,
Thinking about the cute face
In front of my eyes that I would stare.
She is pretty, she is lovely, I saw her,
For the second time. I kept on seeing...
And my friends dragged me out of there.
Now, everyday I admire her smile,
And can look at it for hours.
For I like her, I roam around her,
But never got a look, even sparse!
It's not her fault, we are unknown to each other.
But she is so charming, I would like to be her brother.
But friendship I would prefer and try it someday out.
I want to talk, to be friends with her.
I remember and recall her every second of my day!
"Friends? " I will ask her someday.
For her even beauty and lively smile...
I'll do it anyway!!
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Longing In Silence
PoetryWords come to my mind often and I try to give them life. So these are some of my poetries, each one inspired by my daily life incidents and happenings. Read. Vote if you like. Comment what you felt. Just a beginner there, need your help. Winner of...
