My shy vision
From the rouged arcs on her lips
to the harsh way she looks,
intro the low-key vibration on the voice.
Never seen such nonchalantly hair
hiding the pure veins of imagination.
Two little dints on the cheeks
one unknown secret on the hips.
The only lie she keeps
that she tells herself every time
she falls asleep.
Now this is so real,
I can only imagine
how this could feel.
But how I procrastinate
delaying this undeniable faith,
is a one-way game
that I’m just not ready to play
or even gamble away.