Lonely.
I waited for him.
He never came.
I will never
Be the same.

This coffee is cold
Much like my heart.
My soul is like paper
It's been ripped apart.

I've waited for hours.
All the teardrops I've cried
Drown me in my sorrow
Something here has died.

I waited for so long,
Still he never came.
And my life will never
Again be the same.


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