Alone I Wait... For Love

Looking at the stars twinkle around the moonlit sky

Thinking of you as time crawl by

Leaving our love in the scale of fate

Sitting here, on grasses wet,

alone I wait

From dusk to dawn,

the sky chameleons

the many shades of doubts

residing in my heart.

Day dreaming about how amazing

our first time would be

I would sigh...

Leaving our love in the scale of fate

Sitting here, on grasses wet,

alone I wait

Here, I am

There, you are

Images of your face

from your Social page

still fill the air in my lungs

giving me breath and feeding my hope...

Leaving our love in the scale of fate

Sitting here, on grasses wet,

alone I wait

I close my eyes,

to ease my mind

and allow the wind to swish by

I, lost in the reverie of future us...

Between my love and I

is only time

and a million miles...

Leaving our love in the scale of fate

Sitting here, on grasses wet,

alone I wait

Sweetness,

I will wait for you

because honestly I don't want anyone else.

Leaving our love in the scale of fate

Sitting here, on grasses wet,

alone I wait

#Pengician

#SSA

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