I am waiting for the day when you look back and see me right where you left me,
Holding onto what you gave me,
I wanted to throw away whatever we had,
Polaroids, pictures I wanted to burn them all down.
But the fire won't let me,
As my eyes still sparkle with hope,
For you to come back.
The fire of my love must have blazed way too bright,
Yet you didn't see it, barely even spared a glance.
But I am still waiting,
Hoping,
For the day when you look back,
And see me still here.
©elysian_13
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