Sometimes I watch the door
And I wait for you.
Yet every different face
Brings more disappointment.
So I wait and I wallow,
Alone in the darkness
Quietly in these shallow waters.
But you'll never come
You'll never come.
Regardless I wait,
Stagnant in time
Perhaps this is fate,
And I never learn
I never learn
Why you never come to my door,
Or why you walk away
Almost every day
Every day.
Again and again, it repeats,
The cycle repeats and nothing changes,
nothing changes.
And so desperately I fall for you,
sweet, familiar blue,
And like an old friend you hold me tightly
Your false embrace comfort to my hurting heart.
But it hurts, trusting you,
for there's a reason they call you blue.
Your exterior may be warm,
yet your heart is black and tainting,
silently waiting always
for me.
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Hour
PoesíaNot everything rhymes Not everything has to Of all that is bright And what hides in darkness The loving The hiding The living The Binding It hurts us not To follow a purpose To quell our minds dullness And to find our own fullness. Of sentences Of...
