Pent up anger, constant cries
Feeding myself endless lies.
My day will come.
But what if, just what if by then I’m done?
What do I feel? What do I want? Who am I?
I can’t answer those questions waiting in between each cry.
Years Pass By.
The anxious feelings just amplify.
I don’t know what’s coming, I don’t know what’s next,
Love can’t be lived through phone call or text.
Imagining the future, those thoughts I adore,
But what if you’re not the same person I’ve been waiting for?