What could have been better

I can count on to thousands words

And arrange it together to made what I've for you

I can write a hundred letters

And ask you to read it again and again

I'm not a painter

If I were, then I could have drawn you over again and again

Till the last ripple of pen got empty

I'm not an aesthete

If I were, then I could have given all of my heart to every piece of the paper

Written about you

I know I'm not perfect

But I could have done every impossible to make you feel warm ni cold

No more pain and Exhaustion

Happy whenever you're low

Tore my heart out infront of you

Treat you decently

Could have petrol my heart

Just to get fired by you

Again and again

Every time

Could have stopped walking

Just to sit beside you

Could have stop breathing

Just to listen your heart pumping

Looked over you again and again

Even if every beautiful things around world is kept beside you

I'm not a pilot

But I can make you feel like flying

Removing all of yours difficulties

Insecurity and don't ever stop adoring you for what you're.