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I sat alone for hours. At the place you said to meet. By the Sunday morning market. An upturned crate my seat. I sat and stared for hours. As the workers made their way. Oblivious to the chapter.
I sat on the sand, my knees pulled to my chest, and watched the waves crawl forward and back with ease. The rain was coming down lightly, making a rippled effect upon the surface.
Like a fire cold. Like a spiral straight to nowhere. Like a lost arrow. The seed never grows. We missed out on another. Time to find one another. Can’t let it go, let me go.
#opussweeklychallenge #outoftheblue Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue. I'd been there all day, sometimes standing, sometimes walking. Always getting wet.
#beginningline #nightdwellers. The frosted grass cracked underfoot. As winter took a hold on the night. A viscous chill would shake my core. The air would take a bite.
I'm sleepy I'm ill I'm tired I'm drained But for you... I'll wait I'll stay awake I'll keep count I'll struggle Just to hear...
Here I stand, With my head held in my hands, Waiting for the sun to fall, Waiting for the sun to fall. Here I am, I'm the shadow of a man, Waiting for the sun to fall, Waiting for the sun to fall.
Snug in a coffee shop corner, warm coffee in hand, the warmth of the cup, makes me feel grand. Memories of Christmas past come to mind, the sound of a passing train, reminds me of a friend so kind.
Not a sound. Nothing to be found. Not a whisper. Even the lights don't flicker. No notification. Yet I sit at my station. I wait for word. But nothing is heard. Time ticks on. The connection's gone.
She stood by the track. His necklace in her hand. Her soft lips quivered in the cold. Patiently she stands. Good girls,. Long they will wait. Lonely they'll be. In a tragic twist of fate.
#phrase. Once in a blue moon. Everyone smiles. All roads are clear. Stretching for miles. Roses are black. And violets are green. In a secret garden. That's never seen. Toys, not electronic.
It's almost midnight. I've been waiting for a while now. Too long. You should be here by now. The quiet is unnerving; my hairs are stood on end.
I'd love to have a soul mate God will give him to me someday And I know it'll be worth the wait So if you're out there I swear to be good to you But I'm done looking for my future someone Cause when...
Her eyes watch the car as it leaves her driveway. Noticing the gasoline pump into the air. Tears roll down her cheeks, Her green glassy eyes stare. The snow fell from the sky.
I sit by the fire in trance-like haze, Watching the flames dance in a blaze. The house is so empty, there's nothing to do, It's so, so boring in here without you.
The adrenaline Is already coursing, Through every vein, I'm like a runner On the blocks, Waiting for the Release of the Starting shot.
You're late. I wait Patiently. But you're Usually so Timely That I start To worry; Maybe you Aren't coming At all. Were there Other signs I missed. I feel sick; Worry. Or Something More.
I guess the train never came. Went off to another land. Left me sitting, wondering, When will I hear that beauty of a voice. When will I give you that present. I've been saving it for months.
Nervous anticipation. I can feel the sweat trickling down the back of my neck. Goosebumps raised on my arms as I watch the board. I shouldn't be here. I should be waiting in the room.
Flickering flames, shining bright,. The heat a comfort in the cold air,. A small sanctum in the dark nights,. I hope you'll meet me there. Branches crack, and are changed to ash,.
You know I'll always Be hanging on, Paused, on hold, Waiting for you As you come and go; Free, wild, a wanderer.
I sit, the same place I sit everyday, hoping. Hoping for something that I can't have. I've been gone. When he left, he took a part of me with him. I can't think. I can't eat. I can't move.
(Verse1) Tommorow never comes No matter how hard you wait Even after many suns It's forever a closed gate Tommorow never comes :( (verse2) If you wast your weeks away Dreaming of another...
There's a fox sat at the bus stop, He's been there for an hour and a bit, The buses keep going past him, He's going to have a fit.