Top

Whatever it may be
Those who stay still are stung by the bee.
Though, am I not free
From an anxious thought spree?

I still wanna know
if you’re leading me slow
cause letting me down
makes me turn into a clown.

I message yet no reply
the hours passing on by.
I distract, wait like I’m fine
yet inside my head still climbs.

Soon I will realize
that you arent that much of a suprise.
Rather, I’m fooled by my own guise
of hanging on to your burning eyes.

Still I sit tight
maybe one day I’ll set it right,
instead of sitting in a fright,
I just might…