days are passing by faster now
maybe it's because we're not five anymore
maybe it's because we're busy
maybe it's because we don't care to notice
but days are passing by faster now
i've had thoughts
what will my future look like if i don't make it
what if i'm not who i want to be
what if i don't find the one for me
for long now i've had thoughts
these days my hands move without thinking
brush up and down my body
brush through and over my hair
brush over the canvas
so yeah, these days my hands move without thinking
if you had one last chance
who would you see
where would you go
what would you do
if you had one last chance
YOU ARE READING
sweet dreams and chamomile tea
Poetrypoems that hit me at random times. every single one has a meaning. every single one makes up a page in my book.
