I hate myself for staring at that door. Wishing you come outside and be with me.
I'm sitting here. Right here. Waiting for you. Just for you.
You.
DU LIEST GERADE
The Chaos
PoetryI write here my thoughts out 'cause I don't know where else to go with them.. Just me & my thoughts. So welcome to the inner workings of my mind.
Ninty-Seven
I hate myself for staring at that door. Wishing you come outside and be with me.
I'm sitting here. Right here. Waiting for you. Just for you.
You.
