i am doubting you
i am scared, but it's sacred
terrified i might fall for you
but there's nobody will catch
thought you were the right one
but i was in wrong time,
or maybe this ain't the right time
but i'll wait for the one
waiting and hazing
crabbing out thinking
good for you
i thought you were only,
opened my eyes,
reminding i am lonely
so if all of this is illusion
why am i waiting?
why am i living in this delusions?
i'm still doubting on you
you seems like
nonchalant about this
crabbing out thinking,
pressured on answering
but here i am doubting
YOU ARE READING
sleepless nights
PoesieEvery night, I think, I write and cry. All of my sleepless nights, I became more productive, self-harming, leaving scars on me. After all of that, I realized and told myself, "Do you think all of that was worth it?" While my tears crawling down my f...
