The time,
Is like a leaf in the wind,
Everyone else wants to rewind,
To when they got more time of sleeping.
They all will know someday,
My real weakness that I've been hiding,
And nobody will bother to say,
That, "it's okay, it's normal failing,"
I figured myself crawling on the edge of something.
Deep down inside,
I have this strong desire,
To stand and fight,
But not with the fire.
Because you can't fight fire with fire,
YOU ARE READING
Indelible
PoetryJust some underrated poems of my own. Written in the mean time before hitting the hay. chapters of love chapters of anxiety chapters of heartbreaks
