Confession waits no day

That face was just a face lost in crowd
He was like other boys
About whom she was least bothered
Presence, absence all sounded the same
If girls wonder around him
Not a matter of concern or bothering

Had never penned a word
About what looks best on him
About when he goes Gaga
About when he goes mad
About if he has friends like the naughty gang

She often prefers checks over solid
She for no good reason prefers a watch over bare wrist
She prefers uncombed hairs over combed
She often prefers shirts over tshirts
But

Things change
Weather change
So did her heart
She suddenly started getting annoyed for him being late
She suddenly was bothered by the girl gang around him
She suddenly was bothered by his presence and of course the absence
She for the first time was bothered to find his hand in her hand
Things change
So did time
Time did best to her heart

But often love gets lost in distance
She found her feelings to be real in spaces around her
She had many to fall for
Many, she often falls as they keep her fairytales alive
But this time it always was about him
She had confessed it a thousand times
But real confession thing brings shivers in her
Of seeing him
Of saying alot
Like she talks much to her people but is a silent soul to the world
Let's keep the shivers
And say it again to the air
She do treasures him every day

The rose in the dairy
Least bothered of it's colors
Ready to fade
Ready to stay
Ready to feel all if it again and all over again

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