In your eyes and
Bloom of roses in
My heart.
There was an island
Where we could casually
Talk, laugh, cuss and
Gossip.
There wasn't anything
Special about the things
You did.
Not receiving a call for
Weeks wasn't an issue.
Even talking to you
For hours didn't build up
Any expectations.
Then a fantasy grew.
Things changed.
Our island got infested
By butterflies.
And when you ask why
Can't we be friends..
I don't know what to say.
The dangle of earrings,
Carve of your lips.
God! How your smile is
Enchanting these days..
I wish I can ignore
The strands of your hair
Caressing your cheeks.
I wish your persona
In the black attire
Doesn't hamper my
Heartbeat..
If you can tell me
Convincingly why the
Hell we can't be a thing..
I'll tell you exactly why
Can't we be friends
Again.
Till then adios my
To be or not to be
Friend/lover with an L.