Timing really is everything.
Bound to the ever passing moments of time. Expectations and Hopes fleeting by with it.
Dreams and missed opportunities- all because the timing wasn't right.
Oh how I wish the timing was right.
Because we say it every night-
But at some points I wonder in spite.
Is it real? It just might-
Not be.
YOU ARE READING
Can you feel this?
PoetryMy inner feelings. The ones I tell no one. The thoughts of you that pass my brain mostly - but if you can feel some of these things, some of these deep, twisted feelings. I'm sorry. You're not alone though. <3
