I can’t escape your waking gaze,
While in a trance, I pace—waiting for pain as I hear
The fall of rain,
And feel the gloom of day,
Hiding the sun’s rays.
The room is empty, the clock ticking—
Lights flickering, air thick with sorrow.
I wait.
I wait to declare my love,
My adoration.
Oh, how I yearn for your presence,
To be seen by your conscious.
It pains me, my love,
As I see your half-conscious state,
Knowing what you wish to say.
But, please, for my sake,
Don’t make me wait.
Don’t leave me.
Love me, before it’s too late.
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 8:17 PM UTC
I can’t escape your waking gaze,
While in a trance, I pace—waiting for pain as I hear
The fall of rain,
And feel the gloom of day,
Hiding the sun’s rays.
The room is empty, the clock ticking—
Lights flickering, air thick with sorrow.
I wait.
I wait to declare my love,
My adoration.
Oh, how I yearn for your presence,
To be seen by your conscious.
It pains me, my love,
As I see your half-conscious state,
Knowing what you wish to say.
But, please, for my sake,
Don’t make me wait.
Don’t leave me.
Love me, before it’s too late.