White— For I am hoping...
I messaged past midnight,
you replied, as you always do
" I'm always one call away "
I remembered.
I can't take the feelings inside me,
not today, not anymore.
So I yield my sword unto you
"well you know me better "
I bet you're laughing
I confessed you were the one—
who knew me well.
And I know, You're reading this by now
as you've decipher my writings— all along it has been you
ever since I sent that message.
Not in rush, never was
so are you—my comfort trust
I still found you treacherous
but never you will be bad just because of one thing.
Because you did a million times good.
But you left me on seen, you always do.
I never take it seriously when you do,
But you reacted hearts always that's why,
it used to be brown now it's red.
