Expectantly expecting the worst
Giving it your all for nothing
Sitting back and thinking
'Bout the recurrences of the past
Wishing to take it all back
Maybe it all should be like this
This... expectation...
This fear...
The unknown
I mean What was I expecting?!
A redo...
A hero...
Well thats just what I got
You see its not about me
Its all about that one shot
The one He gave me
To start over
In an instant i discovered it
And when it hit
Streams of red washed all over
Over the past present and future
What was i expecting?
An eternity of torture?
No! In this very moment nothing
Yet got all
His heart
His life
His love
Maybe I expected his love
But not so much
Sent me it all
And so in this instance
I can relate
Expectation
Changes
Experience
Written by Naé Naé
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Wildflower Collections
PoetryAn anthology of my most resent poetry works (2016-2017)
