Procrastination is the thief of time,
I've been waiting on you to pour your heart out,
Yet it feels like your heart is an empty vessel

How many more days do I have to wait?,
Until I hear the three magical words
How many times should my heart yearn ?,For you to realise it only beats for you
And how many more nights do I have to wait till I get to see you?


When the morning comes will you still act confused?
And when night falls will you still suppress those precious emotions?
It's visible on your face,
You draw castles in the sky when you see me yet act naive and make me suffer,
These emotions are turning into suffocation instead of salvation,
I've waited for too long , for your feelings are not yours alone