BY GELAB PIAK
What is it that flow through our eyes,
It makes me so guilty, I look away,
Cry now, my heart shall do,
Because I want to love you,
Even though I don’t know you,
What is it that runs in our nerves?
The feeling rushes my blood when I pass you,
I know that you feel it too,
Because when you want to look at me,
You feel afraid and turn away quickly.
What is it that we are guilty of?
So guilty; we are ashamed of each other,
Yet I am guilty of no crime against you,
And you also know me not,
Not even my name.
What is it that makes us feel we are in love?
Yet our minds think we are not,
And we try to ignore each other,
But our body language says it all,
I’ve seen pretty girls like you,
But you’re different.
What is it that tells us we belong for each other?
I was a childish boy, unwilling to go to school,
One day I got caught in your eyes,
They matured me and I grew,
What is it that I must do to know your name?
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