TS - Mirrorball 2#

 Assalamualaikum

It's been so long since the last time I thought of you and your pretty face.

Felt like I was trapped inside a box for too long until all I could think of was you,

And your outfit on that day. And the heavy meals, and small but expensive tea times.

I could be picturing you with that Taro drink, but I could no longer recall the year.

I could be picturing you with that shirt on your perfect waist, but I no longer chuckled in vain. 

Sometimes I'd want to see you once again. 

And had always wanted to hear your voice and silly jokes. 

Would want to be myself and went borderless with you. Because it felt good around you. 

It felt like you were too good to be true, and yes, it was too good to be true. 

Can't believe I used to tell you everything about the busy roads and skies,

And how the people were on my side. It was something I had always loved to do,

Even at 3am in the morning. Because it felt good to have you listen to me. 

It felt like you were being yourself, and I couldn't be more me. 

Can't believe I was a part of your life. And we had it too far and too fast that it ended,

Briefly, just like that. Okay no, I remember the years we had and those were the best.

I remember the nights we had our talks and those two or three movies, and they were the best.

I remember, it was a long description, of me and you, and I liked you for who you are,

And you too said you liked having me around. 

I have always liked you as a person, as a friend. Have always thought you are special, as a person as a friend. Have always liked you, genuinely, because you're a decent guy, an amazing one. 

Have always loved to write about you, as the flow never changes; it runs smoothly, with the thought of you in my head. So keep on working hard, keep on being yourself, because only you could do you, only you are you, for who you are.