How am I still standing here, waiting for your hands to touch me, when you are long gone?
How am I still standing here, waiting for your eyes to see me, when you have fled already?
How am I still standing here, waiting for your voice to say my name, when you have forgotten?
Why am I still waiting for a dream to come true?
You were never mine, and you never will
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I'm waiting,
On the green hills,
Under blue skies,
In gray rain,
With red cheeks,
In white halls,
Under black storms,
With the yellow sun,
With the silver moon
For you
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Along, along the lines of my voice
Hints I give
Along, along the lines of love,
I speak
Alone, alone in this space
That you don't understand
Along, along the lines of kisses,
I played with words
Along, along the lines of more than that,
I yearned for you
Alone, alone in a world
You would never see
Because you were blind
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I waited for you to see your flaws and faults,
As I was trying to repair my own
You came and knocked them over
Like sand castles
And laughed in my face
For trying to be better, or different
I hoped you would see what I was doing, so that maybe we could get closer
But we never did
And yet I waited for you to become better, to change,
As I already had
You came and ripped it apart
Like paper planes
And mocked me publicly
For trying to be good, or positive
I hoped you would see what I was doing, so that maybe we could get closer
But look who's crying now
[It's not me, for I have changed, and I will wait no longer for you]
YOU ARE READING
Under the moonlight
PoetryPoems and thoughts. ...What else am I supposed to do? These are things I wrote down the way I think, with sweltering anger and invigorating joy, in tears and smiles. I dearly hope you will take these words as advice, to live by and never to forget. ...
