Waiting for You

This world wasn’t meant for the weak, but am I really that strong?

I see you in another land with a pink smile and shining eyes, but is that really you in there?

Sitting in my room with mould on the walls and a cold chill that seeps through, I’m reminded of poverty.

Yet, when I look out the window I see the highlands calling. The streams and mountains call from somewhere ancient to tell me it will be alright.

As I look at the mirror black, I see a face I barely recognise staring back;
yet there’s familiarity in those eyes and in those lips.

Undecided yet hopeful, I run outside and towards the hills.

It’s not awful to run, but the sky is so beautiful and grey today.

I wonder when you’ll find me standing by a bin in some random street waiting to touch you again.

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clarissawoodwrites

I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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