The Diary of a Late Bloomer (98)

This girl who has been

This girl who has been writing you

This girl who doesn’t know how not to

This girl who can’t explain why she loves you

This girl whose wish is to catch a glimpse of you

This girl who believes in you

This girl who only sees you

This girl who foolishly admires you

This girl who cries silently for you

This girl who cares too much for you

This girl who tries too hard for you

This girl who waits for you

This girl who inspires by you

This girl who tries to bend

This girl who returns to you

This girl who never stops

This girl has always been me


The Diary of a Late Bloomer (100)

All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd

On time, in silence

In silent we communicate

In silent sparks compassionate

In silent we understand

In silent we hold each other hand

In silent we make a connection

In silent bursts lasting impression

In silent we own the world

In silent we convert the word

In silent you catch

In silent we scratch

Try as they may they can never define
What’s being said between your heart and mine

The Diary of a Late Bloomer (89)

Maybe I am, the same as I always am

I swear I will tell no one and stay true to my words


Time will mend

Then she asked me what

Then she asked me why

Then she asked me endlessly

How should I say?

It isn’t betrayed, it isn’t

How should I convey?

Words are in the brink, it silenced

How should I convince?

Least I offer is certain uncertainty

If sanity means lonely

But my thoughts are all holy

If you don’t bend

Maybe time will mend


You think I can, but I don’t know if I’m ready

To accept that I’m no one, at the end of the day