Pink Skies

Assalamualaikum

The more I see you the more you come alive,
The more I think of you the more you come closer.
The more I long for you the more it seems to lie,
The more you're gone the less I want it further.

Walking away from you, I've never made it easy for myself.
I'm holding thousands of reasons to let you go, or to be more specific,
To let me go. But they always remain within me, forbidden to reach the outer realm.

They said you're sweet. They know you for your sweets.
But I think I know you for your kindness, more than the sweetness.
But the more I come to know you the more I can taste how sweet your eyes could appear,
How sweet your words can lure,
How sweet your excuses can blur,
How dangerous, it is, for me to swallow.

Some said you're pretty much handsome. I said you could be a few inches away.
But you're the kind who makes me think twice after sometimes.
Now I could undoubtedly say you're pretty, not pretty much.
You're gorgeous, surpassing inches of standard,
Undescribably breathtaking, out of reach.

I see you after a few looks. And I come to like you after talks and secrets.
And I hold on to you after favourites,
And I am insane after truths and realisations.

While you're just being you.
Knowing or not, I'd be wondering about you.