Sick of Waiting
They say he is just around the bend
I'm sick of pretending that I'm not
disappointed when he doesn't
appear again. All I've ever wanted is
for him to be near. Maybe I'll be
waiting forever. Maybe I will never
know how it feels to be loved by
another.
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