I'm always waiting.
Waiting for the bus,
The train.
Waiting for morning to come,
Or for night.
Waiting for time to pass,
Or the storm.
Waiting for the boy who said he'd never leave,
To come back to me.
I'm always waiting,
Maybe I'll wait forever.
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Love and Other Fuckups
PoetryA collection of poems and drabbles about things such as life, love, and fucking up.