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she who writes
Myrahans Lafrelle, 18Ich kann ein bisschen Deutsch Hip Hop, Reggae, Broadway Student by the day, Dancer by the night |
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Thursday, December 20, 2007
Whisper his name...
11:43 PM
A lot of times i kept thinking. Countless if you asked me. I kept thinking about it ALMOST every single day. My mind won't allow me to stop thinking. It's as if thinking gave me the boost to live life for another day. It seems like a drug that I'm addicted to. Nevertheless, i try my best to refrain myself from thinking. I've always dream. Dream about you. I detest you the first time i set my eyes upon you. Nobody, not even a single soul has ever appeal so much to me as you did. Not an individual has look so remarkably dashing. You charmed me till my wits end but, i still hold back. I didn't trust you, yet. The way you move towards the rhythm of the beat. Strong, passionate, determine, graceful and artistically. You stole my breathe. Damn you! However, i still can't stop glancing at you from time to time. The way you walk, talk and eat interest me so much that i have them memorised. Still, i hate you. I can't get you out of my system no matter how hard i tried. I tried, damn it! But i failed. You have that killer smile that made my knees buckle. Almost. I also know that your two dimples will show when you smile. Your eyes hold a promise behind every words. I can sense your presence. You walked with the air of confidence that sometimes startled me. Too perfect to be true. I know you are out there. I'm still waiting. |
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