"I do this every time,
It is nothing new.
As loving a best friend is friendship suicide,
So I will make sure it is duly noted.
Though it's only been a short while
I have never had a friend like you
I have ruined things once again,
All because I have fallen for you.
This is the death of you and me
Our love, it changes like the weather.
We are in the dark and cold and not together.
You are the thought that starts each morning,
the conclusion to each day.
I envision you in all that I do,
and everything I say.
If every time I think of you an SMS would I send...
I'm afraid you'd think my head needs a mend…
For every minute of the day and night would be accompanied by a beep...
Thereby making it cumbersome for you to sleep..."
…AND after that I FLEW away,
and he hasn't SEEN me since that day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your flying thoughts are almost as unintelligible as you are.