Clueless

I wonder why i wrote this one...but here it goes....


Hearing that voice,

Which sounds like a sweet new acoustic guitar

With the finest strings,

And tuning at par.



Those eyes are like sparkling antique champagne,

Lowering my pulse rate,

And taking my breath away.



She took over my heart,

Like a Bentely winning a race.

Pulling me towards her,

At the quickest possible pace.



Shes cute,

Shes innocent

Shes sweet

And a little dumb

Not knowing that I love her too

Cause im a scared little bum



Not usually does this happen,

That I blush in my sleep.

With a little smile on my face,

And adernaline pumping through my veins.

Lying here,

I dream to see her face,

And holding her hand,

With all the love and grace…



-Himay Ashar