• My immortal beloved

    by  • October 9, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 0 Comments

    I pray I will grow angry with you.
    But my heart waits.
    I saw you on the Internet the other day.
    You used a photo I took of you one of those last days in the sun.
    But did you ask permission? No.

    You don’t talk to me now.
    I wish I was angry and hurt.
    Instead I’m waiting, in pain.
    I want to forget you.
    If only my tears could wipe my memory clean.
    If only I could love again

    But I can’t, since I’m waiting.
    Waiting for you.

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