I look forth to the undesirable favour
In the thoughts of you I labour
A resident of my heart you are
Though you are far
Your love whispers the depth of my scars
As I lay in shambles under a blanket of stars
You never sieze to amaze
For I am a hopeless lad counting days
As i waits for your grace
I am at your mercy
For I have a void from the breath of your love
Thoughts of you, my dear, an angel from above
Tear me from below and above
I shall wait for a thousand years
For your tender hands to wipe my tears
I adore you. Love.
©unoda
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