Jun 2019
patience? No more.
Wait? Killing me.
Love? Tempting me.
Pressure? Burdening me.
In the end, it's all the same,
For nothing makes sense.
Our little shred of happiness? Taken away.
For what? Something ineffable.
Wait? Killing me.
Love? Tempting me.
Pressure? Burdening me.
In the end, it's all the same,
For nothing makes sense.
Our little shred of happiness? Taken away.
For what? Something ineffable.
Sometimes, you don't or rather you can't scream even when you want to.
