I couldn't help it to not
But to think about those sweet memories
That lay afresh in the mind
Kindling the pyre of the forsaken destiny
Watching with awe as you stepped in front
The way the braided plaits swayed
As you took those gorgeous footsteps
In a world appeasing demeanour
As the name of the damsel was called
She approached the stage for a moment
A moment that shook my world
And swept me across my feet
Like the circuitry wired to synchronize an output
My heart had infused the thoughts of you in me
The output was perfect with the cupid bow
Ready to strike out a chord in harmony
Seeing you in the bus
every evening,
Letting myself to stay rooted
In close vicinity to see the swaying of the hair
When the breeze kisses it in all its glory
The eyes that behold the charm
Casting a spell so enchanting
Wooing off anyone, god or mortal
Wonderstruck with thy beauty,
Being a mortal, insanely human,
Became I, a slave to the most divine proposition
Of the 3 worlds
You, milady, the lady of the dreams
Living in someone else’s heart!
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