...
A quiet tear rolls down your lips.
The faint taste of warmth and salt.
A half let-out sigh,
And the half inside.
Heavy on your heart.
Oh! this heavy heart.
And the sudden weakness of your thighs,
You go crashing down.
On the floor,
A crumpled figure.
Spasming. This episodic pain.
How will you explain the scars on your wrists?
These bracelets are not doing a good job of hiding them.
where where where
Reached work, but bored already.
Life is calling, where the hell am I.
I detest sitting here and pretending to work.
Ah! I ignore my world trip for a little money making.
Money. Who the hell invented this disaster.
We met yesterday,
We went by the sea,
And held hands.
We do now what we were to do years back.
And we do it with the urgency that comes with waiting
A long wait...
