Indecision
I gaze longingly out of the dusted covered window panes...
You take your leave...once again...
Where do you wander off to? So late at night...
Wrapped in a world of make believe is where I am must go to ponder and seek release...
Have you forgotten your dear sweet love awaiting your arrival again? If not for literature or my precious poems I would be fallen... Like a flower that has withered away into nothing...
Wrapped in a world of make believe is where I must go to ponder and seek release...
Shall I lay in wait anxiously?-continue to lament for you...
Where so when you finally show your face...you care not for me...Your words once had power to heal... now your words are meant for destruction...
Wrapped in a world of make believe is where I must go to ponder and seek release...
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