Nothing lasts.
it's true.
Why is life so not what you expected. Why can't I be the girl who demands you kiss her feet and then runs away to join the circus. Why am I the one who waits? I am always the one who waits always. Why is it when I look in your eyes, you seem to say all the things that never come out of your mouth.
I feel like someone pressed the pause button on my life and it stuck. I can't unpress it. I am a child and yet, not a child. You have stocks and your own place. I have my room without the lock and the cell phone buzzing when are you coming home my dear.
everything is so jumbled. One minute I think I am wanted, and the next I have no idea. Why is it that at 16 I was more sure of myself than I am at 21. Who knows. So many whys, too many whys for one girl that's for sure.
does this make any sense to you?
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