chapter one.

i let pictures deceived me.
even though deep down i wanted to go a little further.
it's the same old excuse.
im sorry.
it's my bad.
and that makes you ease your stay.
havent seen you since then.
and i wish with my small eyes i could, for the very first time.
one week is not enough, not enough.

chapter two.

and oh what a nice visit it was.
my heart was in a beatbox routine altogether.
my fingers shake in excitement.
my face blush in embarrassment.
my eyes linger to see more.
you dressed up like no other.
and thank you was all you seem to say.
and your smile made my day.

chapter three.

caught up yet again.
and this time it doesnt seem to work.
you forgot,
you were the one who left first.
you forgot,
you were the one who didnt answer.
and yet again, it really doesnt matter.
not anymore.

see. i hate all these.
it's trying to become an issue.
can we just alter our ego away and get the good things going?
you get me?