waiting.
I feel like there should be some sort of ring, or symbol. Anything to prove that everything will be on it's way...

but unfortunately i [have] to wait.
and that's what it feels like I'm always doing.
Always waiting because someone else has decided for me that i have to.


Sometimes i wish they didn't give a damn.
The impulsive side of me would of gotten on the plane but instead, the other side of me that knew i couldn't just go, stood and watched him go with tear blurred vision.


More on this next time.

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posted on 2015-02-09 @ 11:17 p.m.