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Waiting

It's five o'clock in the morning

and I'm sitting here at the bench park

-- alone and waiting.

I stared on the green grass but my mind is somewhere.

My body shivers due to the morning air.

 

Then, suddenly I began to ask questions

why I am here, alone and waiting?

Whom should I be waiting?

do I need to wait this long? or should I just stop waiting and go home?

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Written by
samantha-bontia
Published
Aug 25, 2014
Lines·Words
9·72
Notes

I know He's waiting.

Tags
#romantic#hopeless#waiting#vain
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