Sometimes I'm sat in wait
Not for anything
Nor winds of change
Nor hand of fate
Just as is
It's hard to always torture myself
With the endless seconds of bated breath
In the hopes of...well
Nothing yet
An ocean of silence, seemingly comfortable to you
All the while my emotions gnaw
Breaking free
To throw themselves at you
I'm cut with a reality as sharp as a sterling blade
That your love for me will
Eventually fade
So swallowing my pride
From a bitter spoon
I muster a smile
As wide as the moon
And sit in wait
For the inevitably soon
The long awaited departure
Of a sought after heart
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Peace Of Mind
Poetry"Peace of mind refers to a calmness and tranquillity. Piece of my mind refers to a frank summary of one's thoughts" P(i)e(a)ce of Mind
