Quiescent
Quietly, subdued... eyes mostly closed
Unassumingly, I wait for my time
It's not like my life passes me by
Every day, maybe is my day
Seeking acceptance and fulfillment to be
Cared for, caressed, comforted, so
Enchanted by perfection that
Nothing starts until that day, that might arrive
Too late
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2024
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