what a time

its just not the time
to be writing poems.
its simply not the time
for tomorrow wont be heaven.

but im sitting alone
my mind stormed with images.
its quietly simple
that i just dont have the answer.

i lied to everyone
except one nicely hidden person.
someone you'd never know
again, isit love or infatuation?

im longed for the day
when i'll whisper into your ear.
where i can pour out my secrets
and all my held up tears.

someday that day will come.
i hope im not hurdling my O's
in view, in anticipation.
in foolish dreaming and painting the perfect picture.

im too young for love.
even i know that myself.
but this stubborn antagonistic heart
wouldnt bid its dreams away.

its a few hours more
before Hell starts.
if only if you were here, slowly counting down.
even such fear would've been dispelled.

i write a poem tonight.
bidding farewell to the halcyon days.
hopefully hopefully
someday i'll say...

welcome back, my halcyon days.