Great things come to those who wait,
but bad things happen to those who leave.
Over the years i've found that another truth is that worse things come to those who are late.
however saying this on paper does make it hard to believe.
Only those who stay will see something great, right?
those who know me will receive a prize?
Do you know how hard it is, with these questions on my mind, to make a dull day bright?
especially when you're looking through my eyes?
But i guess it doesn't matter, right?
after all you just wanted to be rewarded for a good deed.
You stayed, I'll give you that, but saving my life wasn't the goal in sight.
it was a prize for staying by my side in my time of need.
Everything happened the way it was planned.
but was it me or you who couldn't wait?
was it me, and the life i couldn't stand?
or was it you, and your never ending hate?
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Undead Poetry.
PoetryLate night poems written by an insomniac, and published here. This'll be my poem collection, and will stay exclusively on Wattpad. I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I enjoy writing them.
