A cold war

A poet dedicated to those who is currently doing pull and push.

Text me.
I am waiting.
Talk to me.
I miss you so bad.

This cold war game that I chose to play.
Who will lose first.
Just talk already.
So we can just go back to how it was.

Is it over?
Are you thinking as well?
No matter how hard I tried.
I keep getting back to you.

Should I start again?
Letting my pride away.
I'm losing this game.
But, if I got you. I will.

'Not-So-Good-Yet-Possibly-Good' Poet

After a long long 'not-in-the-mood-for-posting' time, I decided to make a comeback with a poet. 

Lasting Memories

I was once, fell for this one special girl

She looked deep on my eyes, and I showed my shy smile

We started to fantasize lots of things

I have no idea how it starts, or forgot how it first felt

We were next to each other, sitting while slyly talking

People speaking, wonders if I was dating

It’s me, who still unaware of those feelings

Realizing lately, that I possibly in loved with you

Only memories,
@dionisiuskevinn