eight hundred and fifty two days
since you left
since you ended it
since you said goodbye
and i could've been with anybody else
but here i am
counting on the days
like it was just yesterday
still waiting for you
i'm still waiting for you to come back
and it felt like
waiting for the snow in the middle of
the summer
like waiting for the weather to change
the way you changed your mind
and i hope,
that times like this
your thinking 'bout me too
-because i do
-Jon
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PoetryMy first work "UnSpoken" which is very close to my heart and I am proud of. It's a collection of all the feelings and emotions of my heart. That I am comfortable enough now to write and share to everyone. I hope you can relate yourself on it and I...
