Wild Garden
Attraction, attraction, what attracts you the most?
Is it his eyes, lips, eyebrows or nose?
Is it the way he stand, sit or walk?
Or is it the way he thinks, move or talk?
Crush, infatuation, whatever you call it
This type of emotion, we can't help it.
Whatever gotten in to you, the moment you laid your eyes,
The moment you hear him speak, the way he laugh and smile.
Is a question we have to ask.
Does he make your day, even when its bad?
Does he make you smile, even when you're sad?
Does he lift you up, when you're about to give up?
Does he free you from your thoughts, when you're totally trapped?
Does he make you happy, even in small weird things?
Does he lend an ear, when no one's listening?
Does he care, when no one's caring at all?
Does he believe, when you're about to fall?
Did he still stay, even upon seeing your flaws?
Attraction builds up from curiousity,
And "Curiousity kills the cat"
Does he worth every sacrifices?
Or he would just fuel your wrath?
Crush, infatuation whatever you call it,
Just be careful in your every step.
Attraction is a wild garden to enter,
Dangerous and it's only for the warriors.
But then everyone can feel it,
So just be careful to whom you risk it.
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