I used to be closer to him, but now I'm not, I text him but he doesn't reply, just, I want him, it'll never be.
I respect his words, but Long for his being, he wounds me with silence,
but I would never let him know it, and yet, I could never hate him for this,
I don't want to hate, he makes me see the light, and the love.
What am I waiting for, words not said are words not heard.
My pathetic excuse for being drowns in the sorrows I hold, why must we bring such distance with us
YOU ARE READING
memoirs from the soul
PuisiMy magnificent blue boy, with eyes made from the ocean and a name made from velvet, It's too late for you isn't it, but I will wait still You tell me truths I wish were lies, I lay awake at night My insecurities eating at me.
