Sun, 1 June

I still get up and freshen up in the mornings,
Because that’s what I always do…
I always push through.

I sometimes don’t know how to define my face.
So I mask it,
pretending to be better than I actually lead on.

And sometimes
With the lights off,
I feel a lil insignificant,
Because my confidence
Is solar powered and
My dreams aren’t real.

I haven’t felt
Lingering kisses on my soft skin.

As much as I would like to deny it,
I hate sleeping alone.
But I’ve been pushing the passed few days.

I think I’m going to be okay. . .

♥ Kamiz


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