Ghost of Chances

The question is I don't get how people believe,
That as well as they know themselves, they know others!
And then they say "Your fault is thinking bitter,
And thinking women sleep with monsters."
I know I need to give it a shot,
It's the Ghost of Chances, it makes no promises,
It comes when You least expect it and doesn't when you want it.

It's strange how when I sit with you, an hour turns into 3 minutes,
Just as weird as women *tell* lies, yet *whisper* secrets,
N how with you, a simple September night becomes over moony and inlet-warm,
And how downloadable- nice sounds a normal song,
And how you let me kiss you when you are on a phone call,
And you suppress all your desperation in your heart :P

There is match-making in your job,
A secret- keeper in your dog,
Pleasure in your stubble against my back,
Happy complacency being around u where u stand,
A party where no 1 intrudes,
Smiley-ness in your room,
Happiness when we stand next to your window,
As the moonlight plays its "touch and go"
Can't remember what pulled me so strong,
Maybe it was your eyes, now maybe your arms,
Sure they sent you out of nowhere,
It feels like it was yesterday,
And also feels like a lot more,
And maybe I like u more than before,
So Dost thou know who made thee?
And sent you as my gravity?
It would be easy to love you,
But just as hard to see you leave,
Cuz who knows if you would ever return?
Loving is indeed the toughest thing to learn!