There are days I really hope you're lonely
and others I wish the best. I guess
I've regressed to caring
but it's only suppressed
by a nature that cannot
express the lesser
term for feeling,
hate the idea
of being depressed
or undressed with a man I do not know
the name of
when he's talking of shame
and the rain tip-taps down
on the window pane
but I still like you today,
even if I wished I loathed you
the dribs and drabs
are sometimes kind
or perhaps I'm blinded by the colder weather
be as it may it's all down to whether
I accept the change in setting.
I'm ever out of things to do,
my boredom seems to pursue
any thought or feeling
that isn't stealing
my hopes
day by day
with the thought of nothing to do
being the only thing
to actually stay
completely within
my desperate grasp.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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