Truly, yours I keep sitting here, waiting. For anything to happen, your name to pop up on my phone, a call to ring telling me you're here. Maybe even a knock on the door feeling you again, you're arms wrapped tightly around me. Begging me to stay apologizing for everything.
Truly, yours
I keep sitting here, waiting. For anything to happen, your name to pop up on my phone, a call to ring telling me you're here. Maybe even a knock on the door feeling you again, you're arms wrapped tightly around me. Begging me to stay apolo... poetry stories
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kharlot
kharlot poety about life love and goodbyes
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Truly, yours

Truly, yours I keep sitting here, waiting. For anything to happen, your name to pop up on my phone, a call to ring telling me you're here. Maybe even a knock on the door feeling you again, you're arms wrapped tightly around me. Begging me to stay apologizing for everything.

I just want to feel you again, the way you used to feel to me. Baby please come back, let me make you feel safe again.

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