“I admire the pile of sleepless nights
That has been growing every time
I toss and turn and overthink
The beginning of a new link.
I feel detached from your life,
So, I can’t understand the reason why
Your eyes tend to seek mine
In a crowded room dressed to the nines.
But the faint line between us
Seems to grow a little bolder
With every stolen glance
And hellos growing stronger.
You are yet a puzzle I can’t understand,
With eyes that seek and never rest
For even after I showed my hand,
They still wait for when they’ll see me next…”
Ana