When it's after 12 A.M and I'm up alone,
I often wonder about the little things,
Whether it's about you or me,
I find myself eagerly checking my phone,
Waiting for a message that you might bring,
Maybe this message might not come as a fee,
For all the relationships and chances I've blown,
But I'll wait the two long seasons for spring,
So maybe we could go as a couple,
skipping stones.
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Poems From a Lonely Poet
PoesíaIts personal, its sad, its in love, its alone, its afraid its a collection of the deepest feelings, this is me.
