You’d be back for me
And I waited
young and naïve
With a heart pounding.
Every second I
Kept on believing.
Each night
Where I waited for
The creak of the door
Before your shadow
Would disappear
Taunting the heart
I held open
in my withered hands.
And it bled me dry
Until the voice once soothing
Claimed back those words
Unleashing vengeance
Turning them into
Nothing more than
An empty pile of ashes
To burn in my mind.
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