How do i begin?

With every fiber of thoughts that i have given out,

with every hemoglobin of my type O blood has been given out,

with every salty sea like sweat that i have given out,

with every flakes of dandruff that i have shed out,

and

with every undying nights that i have given out.

Will i stop from where i promised to begin?

My words are not exactly like Shakespeare's but i assure you that my words are more than Shakespeare's.

i can do more. just wait.

i can give more, just wait.

i can tell you more, just wait.

i can write more, just wait.

i can create more, just wait.

i can shoot more, just wait.

I say I must begin now.

but how do i begin if i know that i cant even start it.

i would love to take the risk, but will you love it too?

i am ready for anything, just say something i'll make something.

give me a reason for my being.

but wait.

you are the reason for my being.

You and I are not perfect for each other, just like a dog and a cat, a rat and a cat, a butterfly and a cockroach.

Us will be the perfect word for each other.