I’m waiting for you to be happy,
Because to make you happier
I need you to be happy first.
I’m waiting for you to have plenty of time
Because when you have just some
You don’t have time to plan that time.
I’m waiting for you to sing again
Not for me but next to me
And maybe then for me again.
And I’m waiting for flowers.
Or paper flowers.
Or hand drawn flowers.
Or “I cooked the dinner” flowers.
Or “I’m not giving you for granted” flowers.
I’m waiting for you to come back,
Because I’m not there,
And nor there are flowers.
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 10:40 AM UTC
I’m waiting for you to be happy,
Because to make you happier
I need you to be happy first.
I’m waiting for you to have plenty of time
Because when you have just some
You don’t have time to plan that time.
I’m waiting for you to sing again
Not for me but next to me
And maybe then for me again.
And I’m waiting for flowers.
Or paper flowers.
Or hand drawn flowers.
Or “I cooked the dinner” flowers.
Or “I’m not giving you for granted” flowers.
I’m waiting for you to come back,
Because I’m not there,
And nor there are flowers.
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