If my mind was a clock it wouldnt just have twelve numbers
It would have symbols and shapes
Of varous sizes and shades
As the hands move, slow…
Causing thoughts of you tug at my subconscious
What are you doing right now?
Where are you?
How are you?
All these in a long list questions that ill never ask
And you will never tell.
In love with you
Then i grew
Into this love for you
And i found myself stuck
Waiting has never felt more frustrating
Patience is trap when you feel you cant move on.