I hope I do not live to see the day
When I could be genuinely
Intensely happy
*(Without your approval,
Without your hands ticking my clock,
Without you)*
And bump into your sad, empty eyes
Hands waiting for the warmth
Talk to you again
Like we used to
You know I'll be back
Running, breathless
With all your memories in my hand
Late at night I think about this
But then,
I don't want you back
Do not come back.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
I hope I do not live to see the day
When I could be genuinely
Intensely happy
*(Without your approval,
Without your hands ticking my clock,
Without you)*
And bump into your sad, empty eyes
Hands waiting for the warmth
Talk to you again
Like we used to
You know I'll be back
Running, breathless
With all your memories in my hand
Late at night I think about this
But then,
I don't want you back
Do not come back.
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