i always wanted to make you a poem, fresh from the bottom of my heart. filling the space with every little idea of you that i had for so long in my head, and pour you with it. just like the way my grandma pouring her plants with water every morning that i always see through a little window in my room.
i always wanted to make you a poem, fresh from the bottom of my heart. managing how i have been feeling, then arrange it with every sentence by sentence for you — and never forget to make it neat and perfect. in hope i will turn these words into a big, sweet and precious smile of yours.
i always wanted to make you a poem, fresh from the bottom of my heart. telling you everything that perhaps you already know, but i still want you to know more. because this is my other way — my odd alternative on whispering “i love you. i really do. i wish i could say that in front of your eyes,” to your left ear.
i always wanted to make you a poem, so i did. and i hope it’s fresh from the bottom of my heart.
