Here I am,
waiting for your call
lying on this bed thinking about how you make me feel,
hoping you're thinking of me too,
but then,
you'd call me sooner if you did.
I think this is where I break,
The line is drawn here,
I crave for you.
I smile when I'm with you.
I miss how you smell like cigarettes.
and I miss your gentle touches on my skin.
but,...
I'm not so sure if you feel that too.
I don't know if you like me that much,
I don't wanna fall in this pit of blurred puzzles,
you see the light but can't ever reach it,
you say those three words so easily, like it's a habit.
like you say them to everyone,
I hate it.
but I hope,
I pray with all my heart,
that you mean it when you say them to me,
that I'm not the only one,
trying to fix this puzzle piece all alone.
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Silence and Sins
PoetryNone of us are the same. Every mind different, Every body different, Every soul different. but funny isn't it, that yet here we are, Agreeing. Feeling. Knowing. Understanding. Just what those lines mean, written by a single person. because we've...
