Waiting

 DAY 1
Waiting for the boy in white
The first time I held his sight
Red lips, mesmerizing eyes
Shy and shocked
Gestures nice.
Eye looked
The captured sight.
It happened again
Early ride.
And now
The soul craves.
For more.
For further raves.
I wish
You here.

DAY 2
Will he come
Will he not?
I wonder waiting
I look at the bird.
But I feel caught
Rather I want to be.
It's windy.
It feels free.
But will you come
Let's kickstart
A new wind 
A changed heart.

It's been few minutes.
Can't wait.
Shouldn't?
Want to.

Crazy? Insane?
I am.
Is it useless?
Will it be something?
Well, maybe!



DAY 3
Fuck it.