I had too much caring for the world.
It was too much at one time.
All I needed was some attention, an assurance that I was loved, by whomever.
I cared about you, as you were very much part of my life.
Seeing you everyday, became the highlighted event of my day.
Talking to you back then, felt as if like you were the only one who can understand me.
More of the opposite of me you were.
I talked too much and you listened.
I was more friendly than you will ever be but somehow you are more witty than me.
You were always on top and I tried my best to follow your trail.
More or less, I did follow you but more on the wild side.
I led you to some crazy mess but you didn’t care because we had fun.
We laughed, cried, talked, gossiped, more than any girl should.
I do worry sometimes that one day, somebody will take you away from me but since you’d always find your path back to me, I kept quiet.
Now, time passes by faster than ever, we are growing up, turning into humans in the real world.
Probably you wouldn’t even notice that I’m actually talking about a person whom I love very much indeed, that at any particular time of a day, I’d take a bullet for her.
Will she protect me and do the same? I don’t think so.
Maybe I’m wrong.
Prove me wrong once and show me you care.
Much can be done to show me that you do see me as someone you really, deeply care.
Enough to make me feel important in your busy life.
There are such things as karma and the world do actually go round.
Mind you, we lead the same life, forecasting the same kind of future.
Out of everyone else in this universe, I should understand you better.
All I’m saying now is ,all this while I made too much effort to keep this thing going and feels like it’s going nowhere.
Sooner or later you’ll be gone, miles miles away.
I should be getting used to this by now.
I don’t wanna get used to it.
I don’t.
Again.
Prove me wrong and surprise me, Princess.
Make up for the time we lost before we’re too old to even remember each other’s nick name.
It was too much at one time.
All I needed was some attention, an assurance that I was loved, by whomever.
I cared about you, as you were very much part of my life.
Seeing you everyday, became the highlighted event of my day.
Talking to you back then, felt as if like you were the only one who can understand me.
More of the opposite of me you were.
I talked too much and you listened.
I was more friendly than you will ever be but somehow you are more witty than me.
You were always on top and I tried my best to follow your trail.
More or less, I did follow you but more on the wild side.
I led you to some crazy mess but you didn’t care because we had fun.
We laughed, cried, talked, gossiped, more than any girl should.
I do worry sometimes that one day, somebody will take you away from me but since you’d always find your path back to me, I kept quiet.
Now, time passes by faster than ever, we are growing up, turning into humans in the real world.
Probably you wouldn’t even notice that I’m actually talking about a person whom I love very much indeed, that at any particular time of a day, I’d take a bullet for her.
Will she protect me and do the same? I don’t think so.
Maybe I’m wrong.
Prove me wrong once and show me you care.
Much can be done to show me that you do see me as someone you really, deeply care.
Enough to make me feel important in your busy life.
There are such things as karma and the world do actually go round.
Mind you, we lead the same life, forecasting the same kind of future.
Out of everyone else in this universe, I should understand you better.
All I’m saying now is ,all this while I made too much effort to keep this thing going and feels like it’s going nowhere.
Sooner or later you’ll be gone, miles miles away.
I should be getting used to this by now.
I don’t wanna get used to it.
I don’t.
Again.
Prove me wrong and surprise me, Princess.
Make up for the time we lost before we’re too old to even remember each other’s nick name.
if i am able to write something and turn it into a poem or rather a close one,
one would know done well, how affected i am.
this has been an issue for me for a while and i'm regretting every minute of it.
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