Sapience Of Life

A Thought

Day 57

Having my coffee, it's perfectly brewed
Today feels great
Just the thought of you
Washed all hate

In one place
I'm here though it seems cold
Why are you in a haste?
I'm wondering when can you hold me, though

Funny yet endearing
Still confused
Think I'm falling
Would there still be a chance for me to refuse?

I heaved another sigh
You're in my mind
Embracing myself so tight
Seeking to be find

Same routine
Watching you from afar
With my favorite cuisine
We don't talk feels like we're in a silent war

One moment with you

Just waiting for that fateful day

as if on cue

where I can finally say
"i like you boo"