I know your name, even the air around my room knows that it buzzes second by second every time I lay there. it seems my ceiling has its own solar system, and your face is the core of all the galaxies with all of this around it.
I know your name, even my gadget's internal memory knows that name that reduces space one by one every time I download your photos. seems sad and tired of my routine has its own host for what I saw there.
I want to ask God, about how He inserts the essence of Glucose in every expression on your face, sweetie.
I know your name. even though I've never even said that name directly in front of you.
I'm still like this, amazed waiting for the guts, until one day when I greet you, I want to dare to look into those eyes, that smile, that beautiful.
while begging God, to wrap
and mentally tape the momentum. as a reward for my capital smile the next day.