I DON’T KNOW

There are things I want to say,

I want to let go, not hold it to oppose nature’s way,

I have lost interest to write this poem anymore,

But I’ll go on, because I am very happy, to the core.

Sixteen lines is all I need to give me satisfaction,

I am scared, lest I’ll lose this self-occupation,

Sometimes I wonder, I am a bad guy,

I need a better character, but that’s something that money can not buy.

Please, someone help me to write this out,

I am strong at heart but my limbs are not so stout,

Sometimes I melt, to forego any pain,

But that has proved me of great trouble sans gain.

I look at Pal smiling, his eyes tell the truth,

Glad I am for him, his smile is enough to sooth,

My pain, I owe him for his great contribution,

I think I’ll be forever in debt  for his consolation.

I wanted sixteen lines but I overshot the mark,

Still I want to write but I am wont be a shark,

And feed upon my bloody thoughts, rather I choose-

To text back another dear one whom I’d never lose!

Last Line’s for Su!!!