We want an exact word that could describe our feelings. Because certainty, at least, lessens the confusion.
I’ll wait for my cream. :3
After then is Oreo. XD
You mean to be shy,
when you sing songs of broken lines.
It is your voice fading,
your fear like a treasure stolen from an old exhibit.
Your past has broken you.
Your present, a showcase of your hidden capabilities.
The more you try to be,
is the more you try to reveal that you’re burying something.
I meant it when I said, “I don’t think I know you”
All I see is how you’re becoming.
And it’s not bad,
it’s fine if you want to keep on searching.
For one day I’ll see you,
singing a full song along with the crowd
And even if I won’t hear you,
I’ll wait some more days and your voice will hover all over town.
There’s a you that exists
only in dreams.
In papers left inside a child’s
box for years.
Trapped and will never be
out in the sad realm of reality.