On the twelfth floor
she lived all alone,
Hoping somebody would
reach out to her,
It had been years she had ears for her desires,
And eyes to look deep
into and tell about her fires,
Ant like they walked all the liars, One after the other,
making her mad and bitter,
On the twelfth floor
she lived all alone,
Hoping somebody would
reach out to her,
She blew the kisses,
Threw some roses
Aromatic letters, ferns to tickle
Burning candles, muffins and wine barrels,
But nobody looked back, How Cruel!
On the twelfth floor
she lived all alone,
Hoping somebody would
reach out to her,
she was pretty but derpy,
she must have missed something,
making first move to meet new people ?
courage to face rejections ?
or wearing a smile ?
nah! Nah! No! No!
Binoculars maybe!
Yes definitely !
so she picked them up and focused badly,
on the wrong guys and girls,
untill she saw him reading one of her love letter,
in torn shirt and baggy trousers,
he looked like a beggar,
but it didn’t matter,
he had made the first move of looking towards her,
she used to play hard to get in such situations earlier,
but water was now above the table,
So she jumped out in the thin air,
On the twelfth floor
she lived all alone,
Hoping somebody would
reach out to her,
