he sits and he waits
and he waits and he sits
and he's just silently praying
that's he won't have to sit and wait
for longer than his heart can stand
he sits and he waits
and all he can do is rock his feet back and forth
and crack his knuckles
bite his lip
and pick at his fingernails
as he counts the ticks of the clock
he sits and he waits
but he is unsure of what for
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Poetry[completed] some half assed thoughts i've had about unrequited love and unnecessary hope shattering revelations
