MAYBE THIS CANNOT CALLED AS POETRY BUT THIS IS WHAT MY HEART SAID TO YOU

Maybe it is not a poetry

I just write it from the memory

When you hug me

In the crowd of the city

 

That time was a long time ago

Days became weeks and months and so

I’m waiting you patiently

But sometimes I became angry

Oh, sorry

 

If you know darling

I told the night sky about you

I told the stars, my cats, my plants, my things

in my scaries

of losing you

 

But I have my faith

I have my heart that already tied up with you

So do you?

Do you?

 

You said that you’ll home

And you said so

And you assume that I’m your home

But the true is that too