She was made of stories and magic
Her world was an hourglass
As sand slipped through her pages;
It collected in her palms.

It made patterns on her skin
The curves of fate, she thought.
She followed the lines stealthily
For the fear of being caught.

For who knew what lay out there
Amongst the sand castles and the storm
Her stories may loose their magic
Her pages might get torn.

At the end of destiny's map
The sight held her in enrapture.
For she was a queen in a tower
In her story's ending chapter.

But skimming to the end
Had come at a grave cost
For now, all the sand had fallen
All her time was lost.

you're probably dating someone right now and you have no idea that you're just wasting your time 'cause you are going to be mine anyway,

I'm sorry.

but thank you, for not coming too soon, for giving me time to grow, to be better, to deserve you

don't get me wrong, love.
I'm dying to know you
I'm dying to tell you how my day went
I'm dying to tell you stories—I always have a story to tell, I hope you won't get tired of listening
I'm dying to hear your voice
I'm dying to feel your warmth
I'm dying to feel your love
I'm dying to feel

I am just not ready yet
I am broken, and I do not want you to fix me
I am lost, and I do not want you to find me
I want you to meet me halfway, love,
when everything falls back into place