The Waiting Game (An Original Poetry)





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Nothing's quite the same

Ever since fate has unraveled its plan

From the way my heartbeat echoes the sound of your name

To the fact that I still mourned whenever I can


There's not much to do, anyway

But to allow the pain to speak for itself

The absence makes me want to run away

From the crushing memories and how they felt...


It feels so odd

Breathing without your scent

Sometimes I want to find God

And ask Him where you went


Will He ever bring you back?

I bet the angels have grown so fond of you

I'll try to keep my heart intact

Just in case you'll need it too


For now I must face the world

Without the very essence of it

I guess I just have to be brave

And wait for this sadness to dissipate...


~o~



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