Killing Me Softly

I saw her walking past me as if gliding in a mystic air of illusion, stealing my senses like a thief in the night… reason I beg you, leave me not please! Unlike my words, her body was properly structured in a magnitude of fluorescence, I was afraid to approach her because of fear of getting burned, as she ravishingly radiated heat in degrees beyond my years of studying, a diploma couldn’t have given me the honours to become a master at this game called… love… is love just a game? If so then playing it with her I’m sure to lose coz you see, she has mastered the game If I hadn’t met her I would have wished for things to stay the same. But the only thing at stake is my heart. From her I should be getting further apart, I gazed at her not saying a word; our eyes meet and lock, But I still find myself unable to talk. Could this be love at first sight or is this just another infatuation? Feelings of lust developing within me, but how do I tell that we share the same chemistry? Fear in my mind was inspired by fear of rejection Words of how I truly feel about her lacks projection. I desperately need time to adjust to the situation, To help me deal with this untimely infatuation, Which came too soon… Soon, as I stare up to the moon, I realise that I’m just a fool, No need to play it cool, wasted chances with her got me in a foul mood. Depression settles in worse than a salted wound, In solitary, my room provides such a comfy atmosphere But thoughts of her bring memories and the experience is like rain under the bridge. Contemplating a second chance is irrelevant, Will I ever see her again? – Insignificant. I no longer make sense because she stole my senses, leaving me feeling senseless. I had walked away like a coward, now I’m wondering at what might have been. Even though I put up a happy face and pretend that everything’s okay, For lacking courage to stand my ground, this is the price I pay. Indeed it turned out to be very costly, And in truth she was killing me softly.