Waiting for you is like waiting to die.
Slow and heavy,
like a reoccurring bad dream.
This is my nightmare.
It's as if every moment was painted meticulously
by my own mind.
It's a perfect mess
And you?
You best be careful my dear,
for your true colors are making a comeback.
As are mine,
i dont learn.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 11:44 PM UTC
Waiting for you is like waiting to die.
Slow and heavy,
like a reoccurring bad dream.
This is my nightmare.
It's as if every moment was painted meticulously
by my own mind.
It's a perfect mess
And you?
You best be careful my dear,
for your true colors are making a comeback.
As are mine,
i dont learn.
