I am here, waiting with hands that are fully geared –
So ready to catch you if you might fall.
But you are there; reaching for someone who doesn't care,
Not even the tip of your hair.
Why settle for hurting, while I can be your everything.
Even with happiness? You can count me there.
Why don't you try to glimpse around or better look down,
So that you can see my eyes' sincerity of loving you very.
"Hey, I'm still here waiting. Okay?"
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