The boy with the biology book in the rain

 _The boy in the rain with a biology book_

Assembling through his carrideges ,

Of piles of books...

Practicing hard for his next semister,

To pass the exam with no flaw to revamp the crystal...

Specs set on his ear,

A Moustache filled with ingenuous abuttation...

How can anyone look so nerd in that white dress,

That can make you romanticly absturd...

Taurus as a turtle,

Bibbling even while smiling.

With a flagrant heart of halves broken,

Verisimilitude of love  is still all so patent...

I wanna kiss this boy ,

When rain falls on my doorstep , making me more annoyed...

Falling through the obsession of falling in love,

This boy can really evoke susceptibility of deferance for that packed envelope...

Tallest among all,

A heart of gold .

Gardening through care of true self and no white lies,

I wanna ask this boy again, won't he forgive me for this mistake...

For this last time...just for this last while?

Utilitarianism ,indeed hurts,

But utopicism , is all hated.

But When this boy smile, through his glasses of clear frame,

It looks aesthetic, still looking so same...

 

 When we first talked,

He told me , he was never In love with someone...

I never knew, that I would be his - "one-for-all",

But even , I never had someone , as nice as him,

So would this boy, give me lil more time , so I can learn how to treat him?

Bonfires outside the hut,

Smiles on our faces.

Books in one of my hand,

Other holding his hand.

When I look up,

I wanna see his smiling face.

And when I look down,

I wanna see his feel him, looking down at me.

When I look at him,

I wanna see him satisfied.

I know I have done immense wrong,

Curmudgeon , for a while,

But I really do wanna apologise...

 A copiously kerfuffled heart,

A long time back, I met him.

On 24 th of November , abiding through his texts .

After days and weeks,

Through the same excitement and shimmer, still all misdone...

My Glorious past, 

have started revamping the cruise of half past through his back ahead.

With a Tanned skin,

And sensitivity grown out of innocent laughs and grins...

I loved him,

Really.

I know I have treated him improperly,

And he has been mistaken for the mistakes he has never made,

But can I hug him this time and cry once?

Rather than apologising...

I know we both have a lot to cover,

A distant, that would take some how .

More than We could both ever discover,

But circumstances are bound to puddle our ways, somehow , maybe not now,!

I really wanna hold his hand,

And kiss his lips in that weather that shirks rainbow stain.

If  he could change his profile,

From the boy with a biology book,

to the boy livin' through the rain in the rainbowed sky...

Leeza