I’ll stay here on the cold park bench
Waiting for you to come,
I’ll let the cold heartless snow engulf me,
Waiting as the bonds are un-done.
I’ll stay in the rain,
Waiting for you warm embrace.
But you do not see me,
You do not want me.
What am I to you?
A mere tool for you to use?
For all you care, I could be non-existent,
Why would you bother if my love to you has been persistent?
Would you change if you knew?
That you entre my every dream and never say adieu.
I’ll curb all logic
Waiting for some sort of magic trick,
Waiting for this curse of love to break.
I’ll wait till I become like you
An uncaring and ignorant fool.
I’ll wait till the day I can love no more,
Ah! To be rid of heart aches and sores!
I’ll be waiting,
Waiting for that day to come,
Waiting for you to finally become a victim,
Waiting for that day,
When the world realizes that it can do without love,
Waiting for miracles to be requisitioned from above.
