Unsaid
The eyes that are stuck on floor today
Resisting every temptation to seek a look
Not so long ago recorded in a book
The secret meeting of ours when towards each other they shook
I hope they don't encounter yours again
Not because they are afraid to see you
Probably my feelings will give your heart a stain
'Cause you never knew they existed before yours did ago a months few
I hope one day I will tell
The reason behind my actions caused you to think I never fell
Until that day, I pray not to see you again
'Cause my feelings will give your heart a stain
Pair of two got one more addition
But how can three hearts survive without one's cremation?
It was my fault though unknowingly
I'll not feel sorry to draw myself willingly
I hope you are happier than ever was
Probably day dreaming about her all day
But I wish I still hold a part of your memory may
And think how different things would have been if one of us dared to say
I wish you could read my eyes
And how I looked at only you that way
And came to me directly to clear up
Instead of going to hear what others say
And I still remember that beautiful night
When your eyes were stuck on me
And how badly I wished to steal that glance's might
For no one else but just for me
I hope you still re-read our old stupid conversations
That seemed too shy to be done face to face
But I never knew you'll give up on me in a matter of two weeks
And introduce someone new to the race
The ball of your love was too fast for me to catch
But I did try to get a hold
I was just on the ledge to take a jump probably bold
But someone else got it, no match
I wish I could tell you how hard I practiced
To let you know your eyes are the prettiest I have ever seen
But the moment took forever to come
Time worsened the situation how mean
I wish I could tell you how you became my poetry
And probably the name my friends are tired of hearing
I wish I could take you back in time to show you the stolen glances
Of you that I took with my heart fearing
The diary still holds our perhaps short lived memories
And I am not going to let them go just as it is
Maybe some day I'll sit and read them to miss
Our ended before even started stories ....
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