It's raining again,
Another day of watching and waiting
Feeling as if there is no reason to go on,
Where are you?
I am so sick of waiting,
Be patient they say,
How can they understand? They have their perfect version of ‘You’ already,
They don’t cry themselves to sleep alone every night,
I see you in the faces of every man that smiles at me,
But I know they could never be you,
I dream of your lips on mine with ever kiss someone places on my mouth
But I know they are not your lips,
Ever man that fucks me the wrong way I know it's not you inside me,
I sit watching the rain lightly tapping against the glass,
Please hurry,
My heart can’t take any more of this being alone shit,
Doesn’t it hurt?
Can’t you feel the hole in your heart,
Your soul doesn’t scream out for me, like mine for yours?
Just settle they say,
It is better than being alone right?
I’ve tried, and couldn't bear to wake up with the wrong person one more time,
Sure at night in the dark I can pretend that it's you holding me,
That their arms are yours keeping me safe,
But the sun always rises and I am left with the realization that he isn’t you,
Please hurry, I can’t bear to watch the rain anymore,
In moments of anger and impatience I tell myself I don’t believe in love anymore,
Yet here I sit, waiting, watching, hoping.
About the Creator
MoriaCavandish
Born and raised on the beautiful West Coast in British Columbia Canada
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Moria Cavandish 2004- 2023
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