Our eyes always meet,
but I know you won’t admit
that I caught you once staring
and it was awkward.
There’s something about your stare
that ignites the fire in me
and it’s sad that you don’t bother
to stare a little longer
until our hearts bind
and agree to make a step further
to give it a try.
You are coward to run from this
you denied my love like it did not exist
or was it I who can’t accept
that all those things
don’t mean anything to you.
It was not love
because it is never love that you felt
but just a friendly glance
which anytime could melt.
It was me who denied reality,
and this keeps me unfree.
