How you looked like the floor
When I wanted to tell you the way I felt -
I couldn’t see you leaving me this way
I always thought you would find something more
In something less --
That’s a lot to hope for in a world
Where I’m always second best…
I exchange these hours for days
Freedom in a moment
Only to lose my solidarity in tomorrow
By being your slave each and every day
But I, I stay awake
In the hope that tomorrow will find me free
Longing for no one, contented in ‘me’…
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I don't even remember what moment this was written in response to... I wrote it long ago, to someone I believed forgot me --- I was right.
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