Sitting there
Looking out
At the horizon
Feeling the wind
Blow on my face
Making my hair
Dance in the wind
Tears streaming
Down my face
Feeling not important
Wishing
That you would come
And sit right next to me
But for some reason
You never showed up
Never giving me a call
To tell me
That you wouldnt show
Its getting darker
Every minute
Passes by
Still your no where
To be found
Because of you
Im crying
These tears
Of sadness
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