Could you touch me, if I told you I want to be touched?
Would you be able to understand the kind of touch I crave for?
Hey, mister unknown, do you by any chance crave for the same touch I crave for?
Do you exist or am I blinded by my desire to connect?
Am I entrusting my dead hopes into air? Am I so hopeless, I don't see reality or am I so feared to try reality?
Are you disgusted by my appearance?
Are you offended by my disinterest, my nonchalance?
Are you bored of my silence?
Are you tired of my awkwardness?
Would you notice me if I apologised?
Would you find me if I changed?
Isn't it enough?
Shouldn't it be enough?
Am I not trying enough for what I deserve?
Are you so far away I can't reach you or are you near, still unable for me to see you?
Am I believing in something that doesn't exist? I have breathed so much soul to it, it's impossible it doesn't exist.
Isn't it enough or isn't it ready to bloom?
If it's weak, how can it be stronger? How can I make it stronger?
I am so lost, I hope I find it.
I am so lost, I hope I find you.
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My Secret Phone Notes
PoetryWords, sayings, thoughts of mine and maybe somehow poetry which are written in my phone's notes and nobody sees and knows about them but they keep deep secrets of mine that I'll never have the strength to say. Writing is my escape because there are...
