He slowly pulled his hand back and gracefully removed his mask from his smiling face. The thunder outside, sheds a light right across his glasses, making his eyes shine. Those kind eyes in the room full of cold ones. The eyes didn't waver at all as they looked at me.
Why me?
He kept smiling as I just stared at him. Trying to understand when a voice shook me and told me that I shouldn't think much. I am here to enjoy it.
The room was dark and he was the only one who was illuminating. There was something about him, which was telling me to know him more. A part of me, which wanted to be liked by this man I suppose.
Only liked, for a small time, I wasn't asking much now, Was I?
I never asked for much
My heart wants to pass him the faith of keeping me happy for some time. It should
