Seven Days Of Dead Expectations Poem by Adams King

I waited for you hours and hours
For you to knock my dear
Seven days with seven flowers
Lot of gifts and more
Seven lights in shades of amber
For love was then so sure

I died and rose in loneliness
With hopes and expectations
Just a knock from you my princess
Will make all necessary perfections
Seven days away from happiness
I was left with no consolation

Trapped in my living death
Not once felt but seven times
Seven flowers plucked from the earth
Withered with seven fading rhymes
Greater than what I've ever felt
A tale of seven painful lines

Seven days I fought this shame
But never won one day
One after the other they became
Worst to be called a day
Seven days you never came
Through darkest nights and sunny days

I waited patiently seven days
For you to make things better
But you inflicted me with pains
Seven days indeed to remember
For I woke with every rising rays
To nurse my wounds of seven murderers

Seven wonders I expected
And a little number of seven miracles
One of seven later was all I needed
Seven stars were void of sparkles
I lived seven days been wounded
Seven times been heartbroken

Seven days of unfulfilled dreams
Empty world with failure to attend
So hopeful at first it seems
A story title best lies at the end
Disappointment floes like running streams
Seven days of dead expectations my friend