The Wait
Title it after. Write it's beginning.
Think in the first place, and regret it in last.
Make it your motto. Live in the moment.
Switch up your two face. Forget the past.
Honestly, I still get afraid of the dark,
and sometimes reality is better than my dreams.
At night I stare at the clock to sleep,
ticking down the seconds, so long; it seems.
I'm waiting on the call.
I'll jump when it goes off.
But I'll look forward to seeing your face.
Your arms around me,
telling me to close my eyes,
and then I feel so perfectly safe.
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