No one there for me,
Nobody to choose.
No one to accept,
No one to refuse.
No options for me,
I don't have my choice.
No one to remember,
No memories to rejoice.
No one to chat with 24/7,
No Netflix and Chill at night.
No one to guide me in the dark,
Telling me what's wrong and right.
But one day, I hope you comes,
Maybe, maybe not.
I'll keep waiting for you though,
Till I die, till I rot.
~!~Ana
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PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
