If only my eyes could paint a picture, it would show a cloudy and disturbing picture of you. You have been a mystery and found myself wanting to be your detective. You're a book whose pages have been surrounded with thick clouds that I could hardly read. Your eyes were so fierce, seductive and tempting. I even cant believe myself writing this down in honor for you. Thoughts of you makes me sleepless; thinking of you.
You told me you're sick, clueless as you may seem, it makes me wanting to be with you and give you rest in every ways possible. You blew off my mind after trusting me enough to touch your skin. You're scent is undeniably addictive. I stare at you and you do the same. I conceal a smile of admiration with a friendly one.
I found my self searching every information available on the web to get to know you. Even google can't give me answers. The more secluded you are, the more I crave to know you.
I've heard rumors that someone owns you. How lucky could that person should be. You are there, and I am here. I am looking forward to know you more.
Infatuated- that's what I am to you.
Infatuated- that's what I am to you.
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