"Don't wait for time
Make your chances"

There's a fine line between the two
Reality and expectance

Sometimes I wish, Reality wasn't cruel
Sometimes I wish, expectance was true
Sweet as honey
Which gave me hope.

My faith just seems to subside more
Will I ever be someone one day
Being a golden figure
A jewelry in human eyes.

As time passes on
My problems seems to uproot itself.

Maybe I should had tried harder
Knowing second changes aren't real
Having one goal
And two options.

... hoping you love wet poetry❣️❣️