Bias

I don't wanna be,

The damsel of the Tinseltown.

I don't wanna receive,

A cute puppy in a punnet.

I don't wanna percolate,

My thoughts into the ocean.

I don't wanna keep,

The red roses as a keepsake.

I don't wanna attend,

Those secret rendezvous.

I just want,

The ongoing utopia thoughts

To remain till the

Last shedding leaf of my life.

I just wanna see,

Him in my dreams.

I just wanna study,

In his Alma Mater.

I just wanna colour,

My cheeks with rogue by seeing his pictures.

I just wanna paint,

A rosy image of my riotous mind.

I just wanna keep,

All the momentous seconds.

These inexplicable feelings,

The group talk where I am a nincompoop.

Is this the love I wanna find?

These little features,

Dragg me towards Fangirling things.

Without seeing his actual face,

Without standing at his real height,

He can make my heart flutter.

That's my platonic love for him,

Whom I share with the whole world,

And I named him my bias.