I whisper, 'you don't have to worry we'll survive', forced smiles underneath the brittle frozen light, no proof that your alive. Cold fingers find the curve below your tired eyes, no comfort in familiar places not this time, you hold it deep insideNo flood warnings, still the waters rise. Flowers through asphalt, diamonds in the pockets of your eyes, you turn your face and hide. I saw a woman with ribbons in her hair, old and lonelyso beautiful I had to stop and stare, the well will not run dry. Oh Sister, if you wake up in the night, walls have fallen letting in the light, no need to worry Baby, even angels cry. i'm still waiting, waiting for the words to mean something. waiting for what was said to come true.but apparently, it hasn't. so i'll continue to wait.it seems like you don't carebut i'd like to treat that like its a fragment of my imagination.i see, i feel, i know, but wouldn't acknowledgewaiting, waiting for that one moment of satisfaction.for the reply that'll make all these go away. i'm waiting.
snll drifted away at 5:42 AM
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