The Days
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closetpsychoI got nothin'.
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Grandma

The Days

By ClosetPyscho

I am not waiting for the day

That I have to pull on That black, black dress With its sullen, drooping mouth

I am not waiting for the day

That your smile doesn't trigger The biggest grin on mine

I am not waiting for the day

That you are no longer there To wipe my stained mascara and smudged lipstick And tell me that it'll be okay

I am not waiting for the day

That your slender fingers Don't find mine in the winter

I am not waiting for that final goodbye

But I am waiting for

The next beautiful blue dress That I will dance in with you

I am waiting for

The next laugh that triggers my giggles The next night that I rush into your arms And you wipe my mascara and lipstick, telling me that it's okay

I am waiting for

The next winter that we lay together And intertwine our fingers like promises

I am waiting for the next hello

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