𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅

i waited by hours to touch your hands

praying in my sleep so i can see your face

finished all my work only to feel your presence

i made it all easy for you, 

was i not?

never complained to your ears

all you see was me smiling trough the tears

gather all my fears

should i stop my step?

because in the middle of my depth

realized i was in the wrong footstep

but you were always there to help