not hearing or seeing you since then made me feel i'm back again from the beginning.
no more tears to cry, no more weight to lift.
no nothing, just between me and my shadow.
but you knew it's all a lie.
i kept coming back reliving those documents of us pointing eyes and i have so much regret in time where i could still change the happenings between us.
i could've talked to you more, but i was caught by the air of shyness.
i could've asked you a lot of questions to get to know you more but she was there, i couldn't come out.
not at that time,
but she knew.
when will i see you again?
you're far and still far away,
and i'm just here,
waiting,
for your,
confession,
all day.
i'm fading away,
just to feel you.
YOU ARE READING
Desperate Nightmares, Old Habits Die: Prose and Poetry
Poetryi live in a poetic life but dying from your poisonous lies. we live in vain, so we drink until we get drunk in our own mistakes and sins. but still making out with the devils, but in the back of my mind, i'm with you - haunting me stunningly.
