Waiting, holding breath,
To feel more than ice cold death.
Hoping,wanting, awaiting for more,
Is that so much to ask for?
Like two ships passing in the night,
Not even doing so much as to fight.
How long can we keep this at bay,
Pretending that day after day
Everything is okay?
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Author:
SunSearcher (
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A feeling I’ve experienced a few times in my existence! Nicely penned!
Thank you for praise Laura. I hope that you get past these feelings as well . Best wishes.
~SS
At times it’s very difficult; but for peace sake, I try my best!
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