Staring out the widow,
waiting for your arrival,
other than you babe,
everything else is a trival.
Getting cold in this emptiness,
the clock constantly ticking,
words can't even come close to express,
oh how your absence is engulfing..
~A.d | 18 Feb 2015
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
Staring out the widow,
waiting for your arrival,
other than you babe,
everything else is a trival.
Getting cold in this emptiness,
the clock constantly ticking,
words can't even come close to express,
oh how your absence is engulfing..
~A.d | 18 Feb 2015
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