I don’t know why I keep count poems. There is no rush and obviously no competition. I don’t have to prove anything. But I love counting. And I love you. Hope I am making you happy.
Do you think I am super strong?
Do you think I am one with robotic skills?
Do you think I threw away the key,
That would lock my heart?
No, no a thousand times no
I melt like butter
Or like ice cream in a warm day
I am too sensitive can’t help
But I pretend otherwise
Sometimes I think what have I done,
This flying irritates me
I don’t want to live too far
When I can’t pass a day
Have I made the wrong choice
What have I done, it will break my heart
I will die of loneliness and cold
When you are far
I have not only second but million doubts
Because I know how much I love
I dreamt of flying side by side
Alone with you
Now I would be on my own
Till you come, I will be cold
I cannot say I would be bold
It would surely break my heart
I don’t want to die on my own
I don’t want to die in a cold
I just want you, even to fight
If you are there I know everything will be alright..
I love you so very much.