#waitinginvain
The night was too quiet, she was being lulled by a certain rhythm. It wasn't of the sound made by the crickets nor the song that kept on being replayed on her list. It was nothing like that. It was a rhythm that kept her lying on her bed and blinking away tears and smiling at random times when she hears it as it travels into her ears with memories too sweet to forget.
She kept remembering the rhythm of his voice now getting blurry by long distance memory. It happened in quite a long time ago. It's becoming too faint to soon would become only an echo like there in a cave too dark to step into.
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Oh, I miss him.
~~ Criss ∞
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
There she is again, looking at the horizon,
Sitting by the wall, stretching, looking on.
She exhales heavily, waits patiently
As the morn breaks blatantly.
She never gets tired of looking at the sunrise;
It seems she's mesmerized as it spies
On us. She never knows that, of course;
I always go unnoticed—or worse.
She's still blinded by the distress
Which seems to have left her in a mess.
The sadness in her eyes I see,
But she gives me a smile and greets me.
There she is again, her aloofness showing;
I hesitate, taken aback by her leading.
My thoughts are racing in my mind;
With her talking, I'm tongue-tied.
She doesn't know how many sunrises
We have shared together, but I'm in a crisis.
How could she know of the things I'm about to say
When kissing her is what I blurt, nay
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 1:54 PM UTC