He left and I stayed.
Waiting for him to return
Days pass like always
And like always I wait.
Knowing the truth of where he is kills me deep inside
But I stay.
Waiting for him to come wrap his silky web around me once again.
Hoping to myself that it'll be the last time he walks away.
That he'll stay here for good with me,
but once again he gets bored, tired
till I watch him vanish into thin air again.
- diana
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