sigh...did i not say all the things i wanted to on time?
is it too late for him to believe me?
was it wrong to wait?
i had a strange dream this morning, the place was his ,the lines were his, and the poem was about me, but the words were mine, it was in my head and it rhymed. strange
( i cant write rhyming poems or anything close to a poem )
everytime i turn around..there s another silence drowning me
where was the start?...lets figure out us...we...you...me
aaa the anticipation of wait...when you already know the answers but you wish you dint knew...
finally...i dont know if this is the last final or just the starting of the finales we have had.
