4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
Waiting for a change.
Hoping for a sight of rain.
Soothe my soul with fire and pain.
Just eight days in June
And I’m waiting
Waiting on a friend to show me Heaven.
I’m still waiting on you.
Why must all hearts be broken by affairs?
Why criticize me for believing? There,
Are so many worse foibles to find when dating.
Like waiting on a friend, patiently waiting,
Or waiting for the end of summer.
Waiting on a chance, or change.
Memories deja vu ain’t helping me find a new lover.
Just one look and things could be brighter.
Just one phrase that means see you later.
All I want is one more smile,
Just one wish,
I need to remind you of just one day more.
I could find you written on the shape of my heart,
If I could find a reason to believe, to carry on,
To accept what you are,
To believe in your love.
There are numbers scratched across my chest again.
We only managed to find eight days in June.
I need more of your sweet perfume,
For it’s a godsend.
It drew me to you and I Etch-A-Sketched you away.
I let you break me; I allowed you to stay.
Give me fifteen seconds more, to truly adore,
The Hell that is you; that which makes me cry.
Hurting never says goodbye,
Like you did with a killer smile.
Give me eight more minutes of silence;
Or give me thirty minutes more.
Give me half a second to reminisce,
Before you walk out of that door.
Hurting never takes its time to beat me.
Waiting on a friend to grieve or greet me.
Waiting for another day;
Needing one person to stay.
But for 4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11 days.
For 4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11 days in June,
I was left waiting for you.
Gone to the wind, you blew right through me;
Leaving only memories; ricocheting fragments deeply.
You seep into me like misery.
I was empty when you found me,
But now I am fractured.
Here’s to living…happily ever after.
I wish you had not medicated my heart with feelings.
I wish I had never met you and started believing.
I wish I didn’t have to know.
I’m waiting on a friend, staring out windows,
But there are only ghosts,
All around me like memories.
Waiting for the end to take me.
Waiting on a friend indefinitely.
Waiting for the next lovers quarrel in December.
Waiting on a friend…
Waiting for forever.
Waiting for a time when we are back as one.
Knowing we are already done.
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