I’ll wait


I can see, but I am blind
I am alive , but I feel dead inside
I am strong , but I can’t fight no longer.

No more fight to go on in what was supposed
to be love..but you hand on my face showed
me otherwise.

The thumping and stinging sensation
started when your hand left my cheek
No more I’ll change.. and no more I’m sorry.
Three years have past and new
markings have appeared.
But here I hope and wait for the day
you choose to love me then to fight me.

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