I dont know
how
I have lived all these years without you
all these
minutes without your spoken lips
I dont believe you don't feel the same
because I am waiting by
the balcony
we painted together
for you,
my prince charming,
to come and sweep me off my feet
again.
I am waiting right next to my phone
through
twisted
tangled
trapped
words
I am waiting...
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