"waiting room" if only you'd see through enough to take my hand give all i have to you wish i could understand faithful to conviction take the backseat to myself humbled by your smile but gather dust up on your shelf you hear me voice support but disregard the words a sigh through darkened eyes the thought must be absurd footsteps of another come to steal you once again one more round of pain served fresh one more for me to mend the healing touch surrounds but cleanses not your soul and i just sit here waiting how long until i fold? slow motion is revealing...Birth sign: Leo
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