It is always too soon, not quiet yet,
or not ready, I know this.
But when will the right time be?
When will I be enough for you?
Will it be, tomorrow, or the day that comes next-
What if tomorrow never comes, will i have wasted my time?
When will I be more than an option?
Dear god please do tell.
Is it when all the others prove unworthy?
I'm still waiting-
Waiting for what seems like forever now.
Waiting on something that will never come-
I'm stupid to believe otherwise.
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The Beauty in Restlessness
PoetryThese are the words within my mind that keep me up at night. Pieces of work that I wrote for my own comfort. However, if you relate, enjoy. Pick apart my work to find your own meanings. Do not search for meanings that are not your own. Find what my...
