And He Walked To His Love
A little everything is all that matters,
When I see you wave at your mates.
And you seem pleased with the slightest flatters,
They deliver a flying kiss, Oh! you dates.
I wear fancy clothes and apply shiny lip gloss.
For you to see me once, for real and not when in trance.
I wear the latest hair colors, stealing my mom's dollars,
I polish my nails clean, with all the brands from the magazine.
At nights when I sit to study I keep wondering...
How the next day I could look more appealing.
But days passed by and all I get from you is...
A couple of funny stares in the last 250 days.
No more of faking around, and now my normal self abound.
I no more look at you, or notice the things you do.
Three months pass by, with my grades I am already pre-occupied.
And then one day a strange voice calls my name,
Sounds familiar, but I wonder where I heard the same.
I turn around with the pencil in my mouth,
My head spins and gets filled with doubt.
The sweetest "Hi!" you deliver me;
And I realize, that all this time you had been a seeker of simplicity...
Copyright © Vincel Parmar | Year Posted 2010