Why Stop Now
why is life like this sometimes?
i turn my movements into bad habits,
way too fast,
way too easy.
i don't know how to start a good thing,
but why stop now.
i beg myself to turn into purple,
i freeze being blue,
i melt being red.
why do i feel uncomfortable when people are around
yet i hate being alone.
i am talking nonsense,
but why stop now.
27.12.2018
Copyright © Mina Cha | Year Posted 2018
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