i hate myself for not writing those lines that went through my head
sometimes, a tickle of regret makes me pause for a moment
a helpless try to recover those lines
like trying to grab dunes of sand;
not letting a single drop
but it's just a memory—
words that don't even rhyme
if not for hesitation
who else is to blame for not writing them?
these ones barely survived
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC
i hate myself for not writing those lines that went through my head
sometimes, a tickle of regret makes me pause for a moment
a helpless try to recover those lines
like trying to grab dunes of sand;
not letting a single drop
but it's just a memory—
words that don't even rhyme
if not for hesitation
who else is to blame for not writing them?
these ones barely survived
it's like wanting to scratch a wound for no good reason
