Posted by: lisaluqman on: December 1, 2009
Last saw you yesterday,
But I’m already missing you,
I know it is not good
‘Cos I felt like stalking
Just to catch a glimpse of you.
I tried to buy 15 minutes from you,
Knowing it is an impossible feat,
I made up stories
Leaving you to wonder more
But I think you figured it out.
Nervousness was what I felt
While waiting for you at the door,
That feeling was killing me inside,
Uncertain of your reaction,
Unsure if you were up for surprises.
I hope you love surprises
And will not be mad about it
‘Cos I intend to give you more
Even if it is the same one
Over and over again.
lisa l.
1920 hours
petaling street
January 15, 2010 at 16:25
the melody’s singing in my head.~ hmmm