It’s 3 am in the morning
I’m still here waiting.
Sitting alone by the roadside
Watching the planes passed me by.
It’s been a week since you left.
My heart is empty and full of crap.
Using all the strength I have;
To keep breathing and stay alive.
Time passed and never stops,
You’re still nowhere, unseen by me.
The roads are clear and the skies are bright.
And the cool wind shivers me.
Tears roll down my cheeks.
The pain of waiting strikes me
I hope you’ll finally turn up from that door
And give me the hug that I’ve been dying for…
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