Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 14th April 2014, Monday, 9:48 p.m.-10:33 p.m., thinking of someone, only sitting in my cousin's room in Marsiling Dr, Singapore
So the door I knocked,
And you opened;
So the door you knocked,
And I opened.
I made sure I appeared,
Though late I was near;
I felt ignored but cheered,
First meet up wasn't weird.
Coffee or tea?
Or me?
Did we see?
Eyes meet?
Half an hour,
All that matters;
Time the power,
Even blood rushes.
Speed talking,
Speed drinking;
Go on working,
Go on walking.
My card with him,
My sincerity;
My poetry,
My soul singing.
Chatting continued,
Interlude;
Shifts distribute,
Quite a mute.
Came then the day,
Planned real ahead;
Anticipate,
Participate.
At the station he came,
Helmet on my head;
I wasn't afraid,
Hello again.
What a beautiful place!
Welcomed with grace;
I left a trace,
A night a race.
My left knee,
The movie;
His TV,
His programming.
Sports,
Thoughts;
Touch,
Couch.
Air condition,
A little broken;
We still cuddle,
Are we a couple?
New,
Flew;
Grew,
Mew.
First kiss was deep,
All intense and sweet;
Painful but I took it,
I was ready for him.
I just wonder,
My number;
He commented,
I was saddened.
I woke up thrice,
I bled big time;
If only I had ice,
I peed but fine.
I disturbed him,
He couldn't sleep;
Yet he was snoring,
Please accept my apology.
Breath,
Rest;
Math,
Chest.
Alarm rang,
I sprang;
Kissed and sang,
Shared juice and a cab.
My day to work,
He made a call;
Never been here before,
Will there be second at all?
Taxi outside,
Smooch upright;
Hurry inside,
How fast that night!
Who am I to him?
Is he my bliss?
He wouldn't reply me,
Whispers of miss.
After that,
He left;
For his ex,
How could I relax?
He travels next,
Will we meet again?
Birthdays a complex,
Will pass although rain.
I'm a record in his history,
Am I still his mystery?
Does he want me?
Does he love me?
Liking isn't enough,
I know he won't bluff;
I believe in time,
Let's see if our songs rhyme.
Does he feel me?
I'm cold and chilling;
Maybe he's packing,
Maybe he's flying.
A change of profile pic,
It's not that I wanna mimic;
I just want love romantic,
With humor and tactic.
He scolded me,
For being me;
I know I'm lengthy,
I know you're busy.
Last but not least,
Carrying your smell with me;
Your shirt around my body,
Will there be an actual real feast?