She is waiting,
For repeating her plotless stories,
While he lays sleeping to her voice,
Though she knows it is pointless for the story,
She wants to be mesmerised by his drowsy face,

She is waiting,
For holding his hands ,
While she yearns for it in the sense of danger,
Though she knows she can handle it on her own,
She wants to be nurtured by his support,

She is waiting,
For him in dreams and in reality,
When she confesses her love,
Though it hurts and engulfs her in pain,
She smiles and stays,

She is departing,
From the waitings and the weeping,
There are stories which can hold,
There are hands which are yet to be known,
There are dreams which can alter in time,
She is changing and shining.

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