It was supposed to be just a special day,
but you made it even more special in your own little way.It was your greeting I was waiting for,
expecting you flooding me with your metaphors.I thought it was just a normal and boring day,
for I spent it in a place of birds and animals yearning for people's hurrays.But on that starless and moon-bright night,
there you are extending your heart to mine.I'm sorry I can't accept it for now for you are too good for me
I'm sorry I can't accept it now for I am busy mending my own broken heart.And if the time comes that I'm fully healed,
I won't hesitate to give it to you, regardless of doubts and pointless insecurities.
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My Daily Pill
PoetryA compilation of thoughts from Day 1 to present. (Finished) Other works: Overdosed Misplaced