You stand there with your eyes on me Your hands in the depths of your pocket Just like my eyes in yours And I see a calm ocean roaring With passion and zest Overflowing with the waves of romance.
You were not my 'type', for sure For it included guys sleeping around Promising I was "the one" Heating up the sheets between us Warming up my body with only the touching Touching and thrusting, yes, But never warmed my heart with words With all the naked truths.
Your arms scoop my careless self My recently shampooed hair lying recklessly On your half bare shoulder Barely exposed by your favourite white jersey As you tell me your little funny stories Of you hurting your butt while you tried To fit in your sister’s jeans as a part Of your infamous truth-and-dare game And the time when you almost got suspended from school Because you followed your crush to the girl’s washroom. Too much for women safety, I make a subtle sneer.
You don’t post pictures on social media Because you think it’s the infiltration of your own vibe Feeling satisfied in other’s validation. Instead of thinking about captions and filters You make me mix tapes Of Bon Jovi and Bryan Adams And ask me to listen to them with you besides me Imagining us in a red Buick Skylark on a roadside Under the streaming moonlight As you call me your Black Magic Woman.
We sing Hotel California together “Such a lovely place Such a lovely face” As you kiss the top of my forehead Tucking my strand of messy hair behind my ear. As we plan our movie date You complain that you cannot decide If you’d be able to watch the movie Because you’d fall deep admiring Madhubala’s elegance Because you claim her to be the most beautiful woman, Yes, more than I am for you, you tell me In all innocent honesty.
You’re an old soul beautifully fitted In this meaningless world Where pretentious is THE word Because we all have grown to be a bit self-centred, Uncaring and just borderline ignorant, Justifying the 'self-care'. You, honey, are just a misplaced puzzle piece Wandering in the world of sins You don't deserve it, Sweeping me off my feet Sharing all your virtues In those and all moments, I promise I'd trade anything for you.