Like the deserts need the rain

My hand was slippery, I lost my grip to what I belief. I believe that bird always come back to it’s nest but uninvited question keep writing on the wall of silent. “When the bird will come back to it’s nest?” You answered another 2 months to go. I counts the day. Every morning, I asked “How many days left?”. See I don’t know if I could wait for much time. I’m so excited bout day lately.

I told a lot of white lies to hide it all but they’re beginning to break me down, though I promise it’s over now. The story of Pinocchio may not be entirely mythical since I was one. I can’t pretend to be a Pinocchio anymore, I’m 18. I’d suppose to be human by this time than remain being wood-made. I don’t blame you at all ‘cause after all the things you did for me is just an art; LOVE.

I know loving you is like a war. My only soldier (heart) is trying to preserve our’s . Now, we’re a caught in a circle, a constant battle. I know I’d you wrong, I was making it up to you. I apologized in a million ways. The day you hurt me, the day I hurt you and the clouds took its part to cast a shadow on us and I hope that you’re happy we’re even now.

I’ve got beaten by love till I’m no longer hooking or seeking others. I’m not defending myself but what I’ve done before cos insecurity and for single last reason is want to have companion when I was lonely while you were busy on your work or on the other hand busy ignoring every man make advances toward you. Presently, my infection of the disease is gone. I'm stick wit u. But here, I’m suffering. I’m longing for companionship. I am batching it. I’m crying. I don’t want you to see me crying till my tears run dry like the desert need the rain cos I want my tears to fall down on you so you know how pain it is.