Something Called Love

It’s

the same morning sun

the same plain train ride

the same routine in the office

 

I wonder why people are fine with their life

and able to draw a smile on their faces

while I am bored with mine

 

There must be something missing

something unseen yet resides within

something called love

 

I peep through the window

and steal glances at you in another building

We then secretly talk by papers and markers

Oh what’s wrong with me?

 

It’s

the same morning sun

the same plain train ride

the same routine in the office

 

But I can’t wait to get up and dress my best

I rush up the staircase to reach the office

and prepare to see you

 

There must be something tickling

something unseen yet resides within

something called love

 

You throw some funny jokes

You make me look foolish in front of everyone

but I am happy with it and laugh at myself

Oh what’s wrong with me?

 

There must be something beating

something unseen yet resides within

something called love

 

 

– inspired from a video. click here to view –