Ideas are present but time is not pleasant She doesn't get what i'm trying to tell I guess she doesn't love me but i love her as hell #life is blurry except where she stands I've always imagined us holding hands I enjoy going to class just to see her But if she doesn't show up that's a disaster How can i focus when an angel is near The nightmares i get is seeing her tear She has my favorite laugh,smile I hate just seeing her leave mile by mile Soon she'll get all i want to say But maybe it'll be too late it'll be my day. (Please leave your opinion about my writing)
Too Late We get to realise everything bad that we have encountered when its too late, it was too late to understand how great that person was as he already left, Its always too late once we've made a mistake or did something wrong to redirect ourselves So later on we'll have to face the consequences and regret of us not giving enough attention to someone or something But its never too late to change what we've done, its the term changing, which gets us to change to do the right thing from now on, to giving each and everyone the attention and love he deserves, to know everyones importance
The Details I hate it how i think and go in the details, how i over think in every answer i get how i try to understand everything happening and try explaining to myself how others might be thinking while chatting with me, everyone would love getting a good response from the person they like, it is a big deal indeed getting to know if he/she is thinking the same way as you are. But do you think they think of you as much as you think of them, they like everything about you just as you like everything about them. How you think they meet you perfection, well perfection to be honest there is no place for the word perfection without appearance and beauty, a person might find the perfect personality but only not like the person because of his/her appearance, you might be thinking its not true but when you think about it what made you choose to talk with this person and not the other.
I'm Sorry I'm sorry you don't like me I should've been born in the past century where people didn't use beauty as a primary measure in a human being The appearance of a person has become the only way to judge a person, so basically i've been judged by the way god created me and the way i wear, what a funny idiotic world this is.