I stare at my phone waiting
Hoping to receive the message I'm wanting
But as the numbers drop
No message popped
I kept on waiting, I never stopped.
Like a fast forwarded edition
Days passed in succession
Mondays, Tuesdays, weeks had passed
I guess we both are prideful
We just wait at that.
My love, I'll no longer chase after
I'll just let things unfold right before me
I've grown tired and weary
Acting like an idiot you made out of me.
LilMissCyree
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