Bcs it's not the time.

How I wish to share,
Every sweet and sweat.

How I wish to listen,
To your every story daily.

How I wish to laugh,
To your jokes and lines.

How I wish to understand,
To your everyday errands.

How I wish to cry,
To your misery in any state of time.

But it's about time.
It's just..not the right time.


We'll together wait, for the right time.
Shall we?



*Finally, an entry after more than a year. Wohaa! Gladly password still in the pocket.