Friday is almost end
For about fifteen minutes, it's over
But I am sitting here
Watching the night sky
As the stars smile at me
As the moon stares at me
As the lights crawl into my room
And I am waiting . . .
Waiting to see my star to shot across the room.
And I am sitting here
Feeling the wind touches my skin
The wind brings many stories
From people we love
From people we hate
And from people we don't know
And I am waiting . . . .
Waiting to hear the story of him.
And I hear the clock rings
It counts to twelve
So, it's over
And I am sitting here like an idiot
Waiting for you
Waiting for you to coming home
But you're so far away
And you aren't coming back.
-Indira Moran. May 3, 00:00
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Randall and Indira
Teen FictionHer side of story: I broke up with him today. I told him I wasn't happy. He didn't even ask why. I thought he would ask me to stay, but he didn't. He just let me go. Just like that, I lost the guy I waited for so long. His side of story: She broke u...
