I anxiously wait to see you,
My fingers tap on my knee,
I don't know what you'd say if you knew...
My breath catches,
as time creeps closer,
maybe you'd think less...
I can feel the smile on my face,
as soon as I see you,
I wish this wasn't the case...
Cause you don't wait to see,
and heart doesn't break,
if our paths don't meet.
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The Mind of a Teenage Outcast
Poetry//My second poetry book// Poetry about Depression/Self harm/Anxiety/Suicide and generally sensitive topics Possibly triggering Please read my first poetry book Brøken/Depressed Pøems Thanks *my own poems* Rankings - #221 in poem ...
