to my future lover,
I think of you always,
I crave for you,
Always.
I look for you,
When I'm bored,
Where people usually look for their lovers.
So recklessly I crave for you.
How does it feel to love again?
How does it feel to be loved again?
Am I ready?
I don't know either.
In my recklessness,
I hope to find you-
I also hope you don't show up.
Because I'm being reckless.
And I'm still afraid although I crave.
To my future lover,
I hope you're doing fine.
I miss you already,
Your future lover.
YOU ARE READING
Scribbles
De Todohi, if you ever came across Scribble, this book contains my feelings, my thoughts- basically my confession that I chose to be kept with me and be written. But as I want to share what I have, my unvoiced voices. Maybe I can have people relate if not...
