The Waiting - Poem by Alexia Miles
Here you we're my perfect stranger
now to try and live a lie would be a crime,
is it better this way as we may not have a tomorrow
but there is always yesterday when you could have been mine.
Now today has come upon me and feeling I been there before
Should I go through this again and again?
The night moves in because the day has flown by
The waiting of what way to go, I go back and forth
So I will sit here in my chair tomorrow again wait and I wait.
So now days have flown by now and words have not yet been said
The not knowing is always going to always be there and in my head
The years have gone now and thoughts have not left my side
But because the words never left my lips and all the feelings stay inside.
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