seeeds

So this paper is my mission,
and I pick up this pencil
to jot down all the words
I cannot understand, which are devoid
of reason and doubt..
consequences…waiting…
somehow my minds picks up
those hidden transmissions…
so I see those eyes of yours
are wandering all over me…
is it the way I cross my legs?
Or maybe the way my shirt puckers just so…
Or maybe it's just me..
this ring on my finger is so heavy,
it weighs me down…
so, I slip it off, and watch it fall…
an entire aura of certainty encircles you.
Yet it brings me down;
I'm insecure and
afraid to know the truth that lies
behind those veils…
everyday is forthcoming repetition;
that vicious cycle tearing me down,
down closer to the ground,
if only I could hear you
utter my name below your breath
once more,
a smile might lie upon these lips
and never resist to fade…
I just wanted to say a simple
'happy birthday'
but even that was too difficult a task
because when I see you watching,
I lose my vision,
and when you have your back to me,
It's too late…
Wish again on 11:11;
I'll wish for you to simply
sweep me off my feet,
dangling in mid-air,
caught between those sentences
you do not say,
I'm still there…
Only waiting for such a moment to arise.