I know that you never mean a hurt, you never mean a harm.
As a matter of fact, you are waging a war on my behalf.
Still, the loneliness of this bold city gets my heart.
I act insane, and you depart.
The ache takes into tears, the tears turn vile.
The promises remain unfulfilled,
and what follows is a death March.
I stomp, and I stomp. I fight for my plight.
But, when the pity gets chronic, something just falls apart.
No matter the weather, no matter the time,
Even in the midnight, Each and every time;
I wait, wait and wait.
But, you are all gone to the tails, heeding all my wails.
My drama, my whine, my sorrows, my crime.
Makes me the person I myself despise.
Can you bring back the person that for you once died?
© sunshine07