Will you be mine?
Are you for real?
What if you are fake I fear.
You make me feel something,
I'm not myself nevermind it's nothing.
I wish time to stop when I am with you,
Life seems magical morelike getting out of my phase blue.
Butterflies in my stomach when I look into your eyes,
I want to be real and no more lies.
This poems feels stupid,
Maybe because I am in the phase of cupid.
Seems like my teenage dream came true,
Let's just get lost in it without no clue.
I just don't want to care about anything for this one time,
And wanna ask out that will you be mine?
Copyright © Pragati Attarkar | Year Posted 2024
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