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I wish I could see the future
To know if you were meant for me
So I could have a dream to look forward to
And ease this onset of anxiety
I wish I could read your heart
Like a glowing crystal ball
To know how you truly felt
And if you did care for me after all
I wish I could read the skyline
The subconscious of your mind
To know if there is something between us
In any other time
I'm left with enormous thirst
Like a half bloomed flower
Waiting for it's moment to burst
But not every bud blooms
And not every future is certain
And while you are lost in another flower field
I am waiting beyond a clouded curtain
Waiting to feel your feet on my path
Waiting for you to visit
Will you pluck me in your wrath?
Or plant yourself in the space next to mine

Not every bud blooms
But this bud could bloom in time...
Written by
Anthea  25/F/New York
(25/F/New York)   
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