Walking under weeping willows,

Barefoot, moss under my feet feels like pillows,

Holding in the sentimental billows,

Knowing what my heart still owes.

Waiting for the doubt to sprout,

Giving myself a reason to shout,

Too many reasons to cry about,

But nothing I can actually act out,

Still having enough tears to bawl out,

Now it's my final chance to back out,

Waiting for my breakout.

25th april 2022