The timing wasn't right for us-
But you breaking your arm And getting cheated on And making enemies Does bring a smile to my face. The timing wasn't right for us- But karma never sleeps.
i laughed when i found out he got cheated on
you weren't even looking for it
yet you found the right book liking it more than you expected now you read like you owe it for the lost time, maybe questioning the timing craving for more, you indulge answering its questions getting to know yourself more you never thought, how can a book connect, and show your reflection in many ways you couldn't imagine of all the books you could choose your favorite book owes it to you for giving it an interest, a chance for the attention almost undivided an ordinary book waiting to touch even just for a single life you flipped it open patiently waited carefully thought of it and appreciated it this book served its purpose you could go back at it from time to time it will be right there lying around you won't even need to look for it you know where it is, the pilot book, that made you read more you would have discover a lot of books then realize how unique and equally beautiful they are.
I guess the timing isn't right for us
As usual fate is in the way I wish you the best out of life I'll miss you every day
I wish I would have known how you felt sooner, but now you are leaving and I am stuck with the bitter taste of "what if?" left on my tongue..
Timing plays a big part
I thought I was ready Ready to start again Good thing I pulled back a little Now all that I built All the sweat & blood that I shed Bore fruit Now we are both ready to start this journey.
They say timing plays a big role in a relationship. I never had a ton of patience when it comes to relationship, I was always in rush. I never want to be left out. She made me realize that's its okay to wait for the perfect timing. No need to rush things and eventually everything will fall into place.
I wanted to tell you something
I practiced for hours I came up with different versions I needed to do it But you didn’t answer Nor the next day Nor the next Now it doesn’t feel special I feel stupid for even wanting To share with you something So personal Instead of talking to you And getting closer I’m reduced to writing you About the distance
Is fifteen days too soon?
I think I might be starting to fall for you.
I'll wait while you mend
And fill the empty spaces With color and song
I have questions I’ll never get to ask
Answers I desperately need to hear Thoughts seeping then escaping So rarely any resonating I drink more than I should, Believe more if I could, Die in your arms, wish I would Guess I’m just misunderstood Laughter turns to anger in my throat. Senses scrambled when I need them the most. Don’t you know we’ll all die alone? Recognize emptiness in your bones I swear more than I should, Trust you more if I could, Transcend doubt, wish I would Purposely misunderstood Chances left on the table like scraps Another time we’ll never know Things like this change everything Sacrifice one for another again I lie more than I should, Love in full if I could, Be young and free, wish I would Always just misunderstood
Always looking for the right words, answers, and infinite lives to explore.
I've sat on countless rooftops with dozens of people staring blankly at stars urging them to teach me something
Despite my pleas it's impossible for them to predict whether or not our little impact will render in this world And still I haven't been able to understand why my very existence does or does not matter until tonight On roof tops surrounded by great friends who wouldn't be here without the help of the stars aligning perfectly The answer seems simple