Quietly internally, eternally waiting
for the slip up where you reach out,
through the pores of intoxication.
Waiting for that awkward holiday wish-
Waiting for your next sleepless night-
in the early hours you know I love.
Waiting for when she leaves…
But, my days of initiation are gone,
I’ll let you pass on by.
Like you let me.
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Author:
FallingAwake2 (
Offline) - Published: June 21st, 2023 22:03
- Category: Love
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Comments1
This is truly haunting! A lovely thing to read as I turn off the lamp and drift to sleep in the wee wee hours...
I'm feeling quite cold lately lol thank you so much for your read and comment!
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