I would always be the one to leave the room.
To stand in the rain
And stare longingly into the distance
Hoping and waiting for something
Or someone
That would never come
My ideals forever under lock and key
Preserved behind a wall
Sadness and fear swallow me whole
knowing that
I will truly
Be alone
For all time
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 6:47 AM UTC
I would always be the one to leave the room.
To stand in the rain
And stare longingly into the distance
Hoping and waiting for something
Or someone
That would never come
My ideals forever under lock and key
Preserved behind a wall
Sadness and fear swallow me whole
knowing that
I will truly
Be alone
For all time
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