Cold, Bitter, Alone, I sit. Thinking of you, I sit. Wondering, Questioning, Crying, I sit. Waiting on you. Waiting for you to take control. A world that knows nothing, sees nothing, hears nothing, but what they've been force-fed. The light flickers on and you come. I, still sitting, am awake. You soothe and comfort my aching soul. My mind begins to swell. Thick and cloudy, it fills with you. Pouring everything. Giving too much. Recieving even less. Wasted affection? It is uncertain. The light again burns away. Your spirit still lingers, but you are gone. All is gone. And I, still sitting, am left with nothing, Except the questions hanging over my head. So I sit. Waiting on you to come again. I sit. Wanting you to answer me. I sit. But you don't return. Will you ever? There's a chance. So I sit.... forever pathetic... forever waiting.
Reason for writing:
Fed up with the games people play.
Birth sign: Gemini
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