desimorro

I hope it’s not too late to love you back by understanding you more listen to you only,  without interrupting when you’re telling the same story which you’ve told a thousand times and I’ll be strong enough to hold myself not arguing you when you’re sharing your weird theories I hope it’s the best time to make you laugh by telling our inside jokes rather than making you cry in a locked room But, is there any time for me to make you proud? I guess you’re getting bored because I can only say thank you and sorry You’ve done your best You’ve given your whole life But, this is me Just growing up slowly or too slow burdening constantly disappointing you oftentimes Is there any time for me to be better? I miss the smile which comes from your deepest heart, not just a vague curve of your lips Perhaps, you’ve been waiting for me too long Wondering, when will this spoiled girl stand on her own feet? I never have something I really proud of ... it’s like nobody really proud of me Including you,