Constant revolving and never ending, is the rhythm in which we keep on tangling.
You said you believe in “connection” but somehow I was afraid of the rejection.
You met me in an ordinary way.
I was trying to befriend you, but you pulled me close day by day.
You tried your best to flirt a little.
I fell so hard for you like a ball coming close to hit a skittles.
Cute little nothings has given us long conversations.
Our silly fights has kept the level of moderation.
Our confessions were nothing over the top.
In my mind, you are curious rabbit hopping your way to the talk.
The thing between us, deserves a chance.
I am like a rugged jeans that has one stitched pocket to save things from falling apart