As you read this I’m pretty sure that it would seem a bit familiar to you Probably because of the guilt that rises from your throat For not approaching me back The moment when our paths had finally crossed Actually, I was just waiting For you to do something But all you did was stood still Blank eyes, jaw-dropped, and fists closed
If only you knew how unsettled I am That for every millisecond of the day My mind roams through yours As I try to fathom bits and pieces of your thoughts Trying to build an illusion In order for us to form a percussion
Maybe was it all bloated in my dreams Covered with clouds of fear that dim Popping and popping til’ it starts to compose a hymn Hoping and hoping to see once again from him