And here I am, waiting for the wind to carry me towards the sun.
It is better than waiting for you.
Here I am sitting on my porch.
Waiting for my love to show up one day.
I see the other couples holding hands, and gazing into each other's eyes.
I have been here so long waiting for you.
I do not know if it is worth my time.
Waiting for you to show up.
I have been here for many years, watching the people go by.
And here I am, waiting for the wind to carry me towards the sun.
I am wasting my time waiting for you to show up.
Why do I even bother thinking you exist?
The pain in my heart is too much to bear.
The stabs in my heart, are ever so repeated.
I do not think another wound can be made.
The years keep on passing by as I sit on my porch.
The tears start to come, and the blood starts to run.
My world is crashing around me because I have waited so long for you to come to me.
And here I am, waiting for the wind to carry me towards the sun.
About the Creator
R.A. Hudson
I am a university student. In spare time I write what I feel and what I want. I realize I have a lot of work to do with my writing, but hopefully, one-day my writing will be decent enough to actually have an audience.
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