When it started,
was when you came.
Casual jeans.
with no name for fame.
A little space
allotted none for you.
Yet in my universe
You were the only star.
Music was for my ears
infatuated with
six-strings freak.
Lost not your voice
even if the window cracks.
it sends shivers
down to my core.
Who are you,
whose pheromones
I can hate.
my thoughts flood of your
forgetful face.
like iron to steel,
my Introvert phase
like Magnet you pull
the tidal waves.
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