I ask myself , will I ever find love here
I sit to watch people
Some love are so real
Others do not need words
Lonely like a caterpillar
Wondering when it will be my turn
Sitting down wondering, when will mine come
But I sit to ask myself again
Where are you going to
Why the rush
Early love is one of the risk in life
Why can't we wait for the right time
Sometimes feeling lonely is better
After all God's time is the best
So why the rush in life
But if you became so impatience
And enter into it
Your destiny and the plans of God
In your life will evaporate
Before you realize and ask yourself
Where were you going to?


~Bella_sey

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