The First Mess

The firt time was a mess

The second time wass a flat

The third time was a hurt

The fourth time was an empty

The fifth time was an innocent

The sixth time was a charmfull.

That how I see time after time. Feels like I can write a dozen pack of it.

Young when its not. Best of the rest. Gorgeous as we see. Cute as we do like it.

Solid as we together. Cold when its getting hard. Hot as its annoy.

Sweet as I smell when we’re close.

Time pass by 12 per 30.

Now you still you with the other you.

Then here I am, realizing what I’m staring at.

Don’t even care to the story that people told me.

Don’t even care that it was just an untold.

Then you see sth I our palace. On the other roof. Yes you all get it.

Well it kills me when I watched you take the first step.

Im dying to see you run for that.

Cause I still believe the word ‘us’ just for 2. You. Me.

Im sure there was no place for other.

Well, I’m still refuse for that shit.

Then here I am. With what I’ve seen time after time. As we grow up together.

So here I am. Realizing what I’m staring all this long.

And here I am. Who afraid of getting close. At my in.

Finally, here I am. Still flashing back from the first mess that we met.