I don't know you

I don't know you
but I know too well,

 Your habit of not locking the door, and walking shoeless on the cold floor

Your worn pijama with small spots on it

Your messy hair which can almost always be seen in the air

I still remember

That blank look surrounded with your casual smile, created to always make me fall

That distraction which makes you look silly , but for me not really

Your little thoughts which are always into the fluffy clouds

Your ability to never fail make my knees soft only with your eye gloss.

That frisky temper, because of which you are always being my main center.

Well , maybe it's hard to tell that I don't know you too well