Greetings
Old friend.
It's been a while
I remain unclear
When you'd come again.
Prediction.
Hoping you will occur.
The fact is,
I'm just heavy on acceptance
the numbers are just increasing.
17,18,19, 20 Is it just a number?
I'm certain
you've drop more,
I wonder
why does it feel heavy on me?
Preparation?
I'm ready.
I'm I ?
Only if it was reversible,
Sucks
Now I seek for the answers,
The Answers
That will lead me no where
But doubts
What?
Why?
And
When?
YOU ARE READING
that's Y I wrote iT.
PoetryDrink up~ the loneliness. Broken.~ Crushed.~ Shattered.~ Torn.~ Explore my deepest.. We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces I remember bei...