Not ready yet, baby.
I can't bear giving you this unsteady heart.
That so-loved devil has ripped my heart out.
He ripped it into a million pieces.
I've been tryin' to put the pieces back together,
yet he's still there.
Sit peacefully in the back of my mind.
Watching me.
Laughing at me.
I almost there, tho.
I don't want him no more.
But what can I do when he refuses to leave?
Oh dear, don't wait for me.
It may take longer than you thought.
Instead, let me cherish this time.
The time between no longer and not yet.
Maybe one day, when this lonerism finally feels sucks,
I'll be yours.
Completely yours.
Until then, not yet.
Just let me be.
I have to heal myself.
-T.N.V-




























































