There is a girl from School Of Engineering whom I always see wearing the SoE T-shirt taking the first shutter bus on every Wednesday looks similar to my friend.
I always wanted to ask what her name is
But there always something holding me back from doing so.

There she goes so perfectly, the kind of flawless I wish I could be.

Every week, anticipation and curiosity balloon in me,

The first time I saw her,
I couldn’t believe my eyes,
Her expressionless on the eyes and face is identical to hers,
Identical when she release her grip on the ledge and let herself drop six stories down.

The second time I saw her,
I nearly cried,
The old feeling of regret came rushing back to me,
The innocence had becomes something I couldn’t be.

The third time I saw her,
I couldn’t trust my intuition any longer,
She screaming from the depth of hell,
Screaming for the carnal pleasure of pain.

The fourth time I saw her,
I succumb to my heart,
I miss you,
Every since you bid the world goodbye.