Nope its not love

There’s something, you know, that pulls me towards her.

I mean something intoxicating in her eyes,

In the corner of her smile

In her walking past me in hurried steps,

Well, I never stop noticing her

Though I’m sure she doesn't notice my existence

Her hair, her voice, her name, everything,

Just anything to do with her pulls me towards her,

Well, you must see her hair, definitely adorable,

What you would call cute and I attractive.

And despite my love for you,

I can’t take my eyes off her

And when she wanders round the city in search of her passion,

I wander round her thoughts, in search of mine.

Happy Tears

I don’t cry, I don’t like to weep,

Call me a chauvinist,

Call me whatever you like.

But I don’t cry,

Strange how you made me shed,

Tears that I have long protected,

Things that are privy to none

You made me cry,

That night I shall cherish,

When I realized how selfish

How greedy, I had become,

For love is for us.

No, it’s not mine

Not yours alone.