180314
kill
i was the one
who did the killing
yet the one
who is dying
homesick
i don't mind if you were leaving
but you took my home
that i built in you
away with you
so i feel
homesick
blame
i don't know if
i should thank or blame the fate
that our paths happened to cross
maybe i will be thankful for it
if i see you again
at the end of the road
familiar
i don't know which scares me more;
walking into a room full of
familiar faces
or unknown ones
lose
why do you fear losing something
that you never owned?
why are you so protective over something
that is never meant to be yours?
YOU ARE READING
Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
