And maybe, you were right.
We never needed to be in each other's skin
to feel the connection.
To be with all the kids who rushes to caress a heart
through pressing through hearts on an instagram post.
We never needed to get drunk, to have fun.
We never needed to see each other every day.
WE DON'T HAVE TO PUT A LABEL ON ANYTHING, FOR NOW.
And maybe, you were wrong.
I wanted you to feel how my heart beats while you lay on my chest.
I'd like you to whisper words in my ear, though deafening, scream my name as your heart rushes everytime you hear my voice,
as mine does.
Those eyes I was so scared to fall in love with,
Still cries for a heart I never broke,
but I have my arms ready to wrap you up,
let the little boy in you understand,
it's okay to feel things.
To be sad,
to be angry,
to crave for unspeakable things.
But maybe, we're right.
Though, it's all wrong,
we wished to have met sooner.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 11:07 PM UTC
And maybe, you were right.
We never needed to be in each other's skin
to feel the connection.
To be with all the kids who rushes to caress a heart
through pressing through hearts on an instagram post.
We never needed to get drunk, to have fun.
We never needed to see each other every day.
WE DON'T HAVE TO PUT A LABEL ON ANYTHING, FOR NOW.
And maybe, you were wrong.
I wanted you to feel how my heart beats while you lay on my chest.
I'd like you to whisper words in my ear, though deafening, scream my name as your heart rushes everytime you hear my voice,
as mine does.
Those eyes I was so scared to fall in love with,
Still cries for a heart I never broke,
but I have my arms ready to wrap you up,
let the little boy in you understand,
it's okay to feel things.
To be sad,
to be angry,
to crave for unspeakable things.
But maybe, we're right.
Though, it's all wrong,
we wished to have met sooner.
you made me write again.
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