I wonder what
you are made of
I’m afraid; I
fear if I don’t write this
Then I should
never write again
I’m afraid; I
fear if I do write this
It would not be
as good as it should be
But I do like to
try, though I am not a supernova in the pen galaxy
You are just too
good
Like I just
bumped into you
The moment I
needed your kind
Lately I haven’t
been so close to my pen as I used to be
But I can’t just
help my urge to pick the pen once more
If I can make
one person smile
Then I won’t
stop writing
There were times
my pen inspired me to write
But now I’m
inspiring my pen to write
Hello miss
(Mrs.), I’m sorry I have just one problem
It is just a
problem of how do I?
How do I write
about this ephemeral glimpse of goodness?
That passes like
a fire fly cheering me up from whenever to whenever
I’ve never been
so jealous but I desire to have these cheers all to myself
How do I put
into words what I know of this essence?
On my days of
fearful loneliness and exhausted immobility
Moments when I
thought it would be fun to just cry
You revived my
sleeping devotion
And kept my
heart beating and pumping
Then, it hurt so
much
Now it feels
just too good and right
In my deepest
moment of achy loneness and sadness
You came by, but
always like a fleeting ninja
Don’t mind my
greed to amass
I always feel
like having more when I’m true to myself
But I have shown
it in least cases
Well, I don’t
think I’m overly jealous
I’m just being a
normal teen
Now I feel a
different kind of pain
I think a cupid
has shot me more than ten times in a moment
Now let forget
about me and my pen
On this usual
day I write you this piece
It is not
figurative, neither is it imaginative
I’m just holding
this pen and its writing my mind
Pardon its
choice of expression if they happen to be ‘in appropriate’
It is not a very
literate pen
But I still do
like to say
In the words of
my own
You have become
a precious friend
I hope not to
see myself placed outside
Outside the
margins of social acceptance
But I guess is
not a problem
My heart says
you are socially flawless
It has always
been so right
You marked a
stamp on me
But I’m not
stained
It took me a
while to see you
Maybe at first I
wasn’t look
But I assure
you, most times when we look through a beautiful heart
We pretend not
to see anything
Or rather we
don’t talk about the things we saw
All I want is a
hut where I can be myself
But it looks
like I found a mansion
You are just so
many in one
A friend, a care
taker, a mother…
I gladly submit
to your friendly care
Most of the time
I take recourse to imaginative writing
Just because I
may sound crazy if I speak out of my true mind
I’m just glad to
meet you
I want to see
through your own eyes
And beat through
your own heart
Because you
heard my silent screams
Lived in my
thoughts
And breathe on
my agony
Overly I feel
just too good
To wake up with
a good morning and dose off on a good night
Don’t mind the
length of the piece
That’s how
always it is when I speak from my private mind
Each line I’ve
written so far makes me so excited
Don’t worry, I’m
still normal and would always be normal
Don’t wonder why
it took me no long to write this much
It is because I
don’t have to think of what to write
They are already
on my head
But I wonder why
I have written so long
Without putting
down the simplest words in my heart
Maybe I’m not
sure or maybe I’m just scared
But it would be
not fair, if I say not this
Many friends
have crossed my path
And I thanks God
for them
But I got a
special extra blessing
When your
friendship answered my call
Permit me to
drop this pen
Anything I say
from here on may be a risk
Maybe someday I
will pick this very pen and continue from here
Because my
instinct says there is much more to you than I know
Please walk me
through the sunshine
Being so honest,
I want to let you know
Right form my
very heart, how much I’m thankful
For the
wonderful friend you are
So I just wanted
to say, in the most sincere way
Thank you for
being my friend, today and everyday
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