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Last page of it. There is only one more though...for now
an untitled
it's the anticipation that would be the greatest let down. it's my question that you refuse to answer. my thoughts are nothing more than comments. And i reach out my arms for you to comfort me, and its the biggest mistake. I’m surprised at these moments that are spent confused. long hours, awaiting my answers. what could be worse than these cuts around my fingers. if you deny me contentment that i long to feel, than let me in return comfort you, make you feel special, and happy for where you are, and where you can be, and most importantly where you'll end up. don't deny something that is right in front of you. long hours dreaming of days that are well spent. with love surrounding me, i feel like i am everything i can be. and the way the moon light hits my face...i know you feel the same.
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