|| I'm Not Waiting For You ||
I'm not waiting for you,
Nor to see you either;
My words are true,
Though lame and wither.
I'm not waiting for you,
My eyes glutted with tears;
It's been months since your adieu,
Still it haunts with me fear.
These empty chair, those coffee mugs,
Your wet hairs, those cozy hugs;
This poetry book, with unread poems few,
No !!
I'm not waiting for you.
Every night I spend,
With a heart fatten hollow;
Which time could not yet mend,
Over my tear laden pillow.
Yes,
I'm not waiting for you,
I'm craving, to hear;
My heart beating a bit more clear...!!!
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