you wore that white sleazy shirt,
oblivious to the surrounding,
uncaring to the wandering eyes,
you took a sit, and pretend whatever.
that was the first.
That big head envisions a wide mind,
those piercing eyes promises a better future,
yet small gestures lets out a caring devotion.
but the silver line between understanding, and looking,
shows that i was proven wrong.
I thought you were a pushover,
a makeover nerd alert, grabbing attention.
how i loathe your gesture,
how indifferent i felt toward your "attention."
but that was when i knew nothing,
i everything was in disguise.
now i knew nothing still,
but the some things i know made me change my mind.
so now i see a friend,
i see comfort in those eyes.
i see normality in every move,
even in the eyes that see you,
do you still see me?
am i invisible form your mind?
or is the impassive reaction surpasses your nerves??
though now my heart races every time i look at them.
but nobody knows, no body will.
it lies in my heart, truly deeply and unknown,
the guy in the white shirt walks the grounds
like every other being.
without the knowledge of his friend here, by his side.
you should know the truth,
but it should come from me,
but it is only me who knows... :)