hearing the creaking sound of the door,
wishing it was you that im waiting for
knowing that you will come back to me,
it makes me happy.
seeing your face cant stop me my heart in chanting,
i cant avoid myself from mumbling
why its hard for me to say those words?
well, i know im not yours.
remembering the memories we had,
it brings joy to my heart
hoping that we can see each other again,
so that i can tell you everything.
everything ive left unsaid.
YOU ARE READING
wave of thoughts
Poesíaone or one thousand words, a book you can always relate to. wave of thoughts serving you the medicine of pain. est. 090119
