Lying on my sleep aid
Thoughts of her came drifting again by the current of the abstract
Perhaps I were wrong
Perhaps infatuation got the best of me
I really can't tell
Imprisoned in my thoughts
The words I couldn't spell out
Embedded in my heart haunting
Some thinks it's fear
Others believe it's not real
cowardice others would profess
But I never can tell.
Alone,I travel farther than the Nile
In the congregation I got lost
In my books I found images
Call it silly imaginations
It is but yours to believe in your belief
Whatever it is I can't tell.
Lonely I crave for her
Beaming with the special smiles on
Alas! Here comes her
But then the words stuck always
As d glue to an object
And I give her but the boring of times
Shyness or fate, I really can't tell.
Be brave!
Be brave!
Friends would say;
But sleep has something else,
A row boat to the world of fantasy.
*M.I SPY?*
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