How did you know?
that I was thinking about you this morning?
How did you know?
I was remembering the way you looked at me..
How did you know?
I wanted to..
really wanted to..
hear your voice and
see how you were doing..
I'm waiting for when you forget me..
when I am tormented no longer
by thinking of you by wishing by waiting..
waiting endlessly for my shell..
a cocoon of my longing
to ease into.. buried in comfort of there
and now.. content was never a more hated word...
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