Heart is a grown up child.

You tell me I write good, But How should I tell you that, It's all about you and Because of you ? How should I stop my heart from raging everytime we start a chat, And My mind to stop checking If you have replied or not? I know nothing can change now, And frankly I do not want it to be the same as it was, I want nothing, But once i start talking with you, My heart does not want it to stop ever. It skips a beat and than beats faster. I know, I will be broken again when I will not get a reply from you, I will be broken again when I will realize again that, this is not important to you, But even after knowing everything, Talking to you now or ever, Never feels a waste of time. Even If it means nothing to you, It still takes me to the cloud nine. Trust me my friends tell me this, If i fall from that cloud, I will not be alive, But it seems all worth to my immature heart, To take a leap to the highest cloud in the sky. You are not wrong offcourse, And I find this right, But...