Why's and What Ifs
We both decided on this,
But I am seeing a glimpse of an incoming crisis.
I am trying to be still, not to utter a word,
Because I might be wrong or there are things yet to be heard.
Why am I noticing things?
What if the feeling is disappearing?
Why am I acting this way?
What if they're just friends who met at the subway?
Feelings trying to hide--
Hidden conversations I try to ride.
What, when, how and why?
Self reflections as my mind wanders and fly.
Something is ticking, like a time bomb is about to explode.
Perhaps I might be wrong and I don't want to mess big time.
Why did the distance become my bridge of doubt?
What if this instinct is true, should I play around too?
Chesz Dylan©
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PoetryThese are actually the poems I wrote way back. Internet was kind enough not to delete my account in a particular website where I kept these poems for years. In case, I had a sudden change of mind and write poems again, I will update this. By the way...
