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"Wait" he said pulling my arm.
My tired eyes meets with his cold eyes. I wanted to tell him: "I waited for you for 2 years, I waited for you to find me under the rain, to actually fill up my hollow chest. I waited for so long in the sidelines while you chase the other girls. And you ask me to wait a little longer? Your time is up, all the dust have fallen to the bottom of the hour glass, and my patience have dried out like the dessert. I'm so disappointed." But instead, I let a single tear escape my eyes and down to my red cheeks. I look away and didn't say a word. It was his turn to wait a little longer, to see if I actually want to return.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
