that passing of smiles
that waving hellos
those shying eyes
running out of words
but that desire to talk
loosing the temper when you brush me off
but that deliberate attempts to touch
crying for little things
debating on large issues
waiting for your texts
eager to hear from you
waking up early
so that day starts with your talks
never sleep at nights untill
saying those sweet things to you
staring at your eyes
turning back to look at you
trying to tease you
and burning with jealousy
that jealousy become anger ,
anger become guilt
guilt become love
that become you
being sorry for the times
i brought tears to you
short is the life but,
greater are the desires to
spend it with you
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