Once in my life
I saw a divine

Eyes fluttering like leaves
Throbbing my heart beat

Pretty little smirk
No bad intentions ,no dirt

Flushed cheeks
Hair so sleek

My archangel , a holy soul
When made a sound ,not a leaf felt alone

For a while , I sensed Heaven
Descending down, tonight at eleven

I do not expect you to be perfect for me; because I myself am not perfect either.

The only thing I expect from thee is to be atleast normal, and normal is not necessarily popular.
Smoking is popular, but its not normal.
Being a slacker is popular, but its not normal.
Bisexual is popular, but its not normal.
Plastic surgery and too much make-up and is popular, but its not normal...
And posting all your business on twitter/facebook is popular, but its not normal.

We all live this life like we have many more,
and this one is just an experiment.