I wanna .. . .

Yes! About him I do not knoe a lot.
Yet, he by my heart so eagerly is sought.
There’s so much more I’m still to figure.
This chemical flow in my heart, whatever did trigger !


His presence lighting up my world in a crimson hue.
About what he’s done to me, I haven’t got a clue.
I just realise that I’ll go that extra mile.
Just to see him shooting me his mesmerizing smile.


Him &me – a deserted barn, on an empty farm.
About him, he’s got this exquisite charm.
Into my head, thoughts of him are always creeping.
He’s my caffeine ~ he keeps me from sleeping.


He keeps me going when times get tough.
He’s the lube when the road gets rough.
Without him, my life would lose meaning.
Off him, I never see myself weaning.


He doesn’t even realise that he is so dear.
Having him gone is a heart-wrenching fear.
He is the inspiration that gets me to sing.
He’s the only one that makes life worth living.


Without him around, life’s full of harrowing gloom.
My onli hint of joy in an overcrowded room.
He’s special , unlike any other.
I knoe that I cannot love another.


Sometimes, he gets me weak in the knees.
If onli, he knew, this pointless anticipation would cease.
Around him, my world is twirled.
Yet, to him, I’m just another girl.




He has me fantasizing when I’m alone, all alone.
Yet, to him, I’m just another number on his phone.
Perhaps, he’ll find a girl prettier than me.
Someone who’ll light HIS eyes up with glee.


I see myself hoping, waiting, counting on fate.
Yet, to him, I’m just another classmate.
Yes, one he hails ‘Girl of His Dreams’ shall be found.
He won’t notice, but sobbing somewhere, I’ll be around.


I think that perfect girl he has met.
I guess I’m left onli with sorrow& regret.
I see her smile when he runs his hand through her hair.
Oh! What I’d give to be with him, be the girl there.


It’s like watching, in third person, your dream as it unfurls.
She’s lovely~ with brown eyes, a slender waist & gorgeous curls.
Watching him around her, it’s like they’re meant to be.
He’d never even think of someone as plain as me.


It’s like social courtesy by which I have to abide.
Smile, show I’m happy, when I’m breaking inside.
Heart-broken, with a grin.
To mask what’s shattered within.


I wanna be the girl sharing his ice-creams.
I wanna be the girl of whom he dreams.
I wanna be the girl who has him stutter.
I wanna be the girl who makes his heart flutter.


They talk of having a goal, a fantasy, a whim.
I want nothing else, nothing but to be with him.
That sparkle in his deep-set liquid black eyes.
When he greets her after even brief good-byes.









I wanna be the fantasy when he sleeps.
I wanna be the wallet-photo he keeps.
I wanna be his first thought each morning.
I wanna be the one to whom he does sing.


I wanna be the one sharing his glee.
I wanna be his sorrow, his every memory.
I wanna be his special one.
I wanna be his fav under the sun.


I wanna be the one with his arms around my waist.
I wanna be with him, in life, love , quiet and haste.
I wanna be the one with him, on the train to nowhere.
I wanna kiss him in the rain, see him smile, be there.


I wanna be the lucky girl he calls ‘Honey’.
I wanna be the one he makes laugh, with his funny.
I wanna be the one walking with him, into the distance.
I wanna be the one holding his hand, no regrets, no second glance.


Yet, love is, if, a cruel game.
I knoe, he’ll never feel the same.
To my heart, he’s lain claim.
Yet, he’s with her, leaving me in hurt & maim.


Yet, I’ll sit here and wait, I promise.
In the hope of finding him & my bliss.
They say it’s a strong word – Never.
Someone advised me to move on, be clever.
But here I am, staring into the distance, waiting, hoping, if, forever.