I would love to believe
that when I crave for a message
or
smile from you
or
even when i crave being yours
that you crave it too ,
i want to believe a lot of lies
that might be true and real
but what's holding me back
it's the way you are always in my mind
and not around me ,
some days i wish if i had a
Time Machine to be stuck
in the days that we laughed loudly
to shut our chaos down
and how we never thought
of leaving the place or saying goodbye,
they say growing up it's chaotic
but loving you is a mess and the meaning of the chaos ,
some days i smell the wind
and it smells like the days
we first smiled at each other's face ,
and it smells like the times i just wanted to look into your eyes and watch you .
YOU ARE READING
Dear You...
Puisiletters and feelings written in this book in the form of a blame or a little longing , feeling worried about a love story that didn't work and ended from the beginning hurt , but what hurts the most is waiting for someone that will never come back .
