As we watched the sunset on our window pane
And though people thought we were insane
As our fingers met and soon intertwined
It all felt just like a dream, but honey it's fine.
We wrote our names on the sand
We dreamed of wandering to any land
We wrote poems and sent to each other
We even had stories we made together.
But where in the world are you now?
It seems like you lied and broke your vow
You promised me all the good things you could offer
Even the things we can barely give to one another.
I might be waiting just until sunset
But I'm hoping I won't get tired and upset
Because not all people can wait for nothing
Or until there'll come a sign for something.
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An Introvert's Poems and Prose
PoetryI troubled uttering and expressing my thoughts to other people. And so it happens that I found hope in writing. It's like a ray of sunshine in an armor that saved my whole bare being from the countless silent battles of life. Thus, I want to share w...
