Just an observation,
To the moment close by;
Your eyes sneaking out of window,
But mine are stuck to thy.
A strange feeling,
Afraid, don’t know how to make a move;
Waiting to get a glimpse of your Ming,
Just to tell you that I want to tango to your groove.
An Innocence, A fear,
O dear why and of whom are you scared;
Talk to me for once my dear,
For that am all geared.
This little journey is making you tired,
Open your eyes to shed some light;
Don’t be shy, cut loose what’s wired,
Turn the darkness in me to white with your light.
Oh strange soul,
Meet me where stories begin;
Whisper the talks in full,
And let us initiate a new us within.
While you murmur a song,
Shall I consider it a friendly gesture;
Are you not taking a bit long?
To turn this journey into a beautiful texture.
Make eye contact,
Light it up Madame;
Steer your way towards me,
And let me take a sway towards you.
This little journey will soon end,
Let us make a move;
Mend yourself and make a trend,
Don’t let everything fall
under the interpretation of “STRANGIFIED”….