your move
flee or stay
deep in the feelings that thought faded yesterday
too much senseless tea
had to stray
away from the past that's been decayed
thoughts turn to knots
my throat stuck in plot
this feeling I wish i had not caught
in an empty lot
with nothing to spot
happiness i should've bought
too much is too much
seeing dots in the ceiling where there is no
sense in having my feels to jot