Not a poem

[Wrote after I was blocked by my crush]

Let me tell you,

From the day I’ve been blocked,

I realised,

I like you a lot.

More than you think,

More than I thought.

Let me tell you,

From the day I’ve been blocked,

My heart is in pain,

My brain has been locked.

More than you think,

More than I thought.

I am on an edgy spree,

Like a fretful bee.

The questions I ask,

Are genuine to me.

Am I a pauper, am I a slave?

The answers I get,

Are surprisingly free.

Concluding the results,

Nothing much to be seen,

You’re the show stopper,

You are the real queen

This is what I wish,

This is what I see,

You standing straight,

And I bending the knee.

Let me tell you,

From the day I’ve been blocked,

All happened so quick,

But still I have sobbed.

Are you the one?,

Is the answer I seek,

Reconfirming, am I so weak?

Let me tell you,

From the day I’ve been blocked,

I feel low, disheartened.

But I know, I will come back,

From the depths of the sea,

Rising as the Neptune,

To be the real me.

From the ashes of your memory,

I will gather and build,

Preparing for the heights,

I will definitely loft.

“I will not be robbed.”

More than you think,

More than I thought.