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Updated: Aug 16, 2022

If I were cut down much too young

Who would tell you I did not last?

A future of songs left unsung.

All that’s left remains in the past.

You drew me in, your smile vast.

No need for a knob on your door.

A question that I never asked,

What the hell am I waiting for?

Rampaging before spring had sprung,

Our love affair swept by too fast.

White teeth caressing your sweet tongue.

We both were breathless and aghast.

I long to hear from you, outcast.

A mind that’s unique to its core.

This darkness I know you’ll outlast.

What the hell am I waiting for?

Air still filling up either lung

Even though the bright moment passed.

I’ll watch your step on every rung

From Crookhaven up to Belfast.

You easily had me outclassed,

Leaving me dumbstruck, wanting more.

A spell you did not mean to cast.

What the hell am I waiting for?

Connection unbounded by caste,

Stretching across the lake’s whole shore.

Forever, you’ll be unsurpassed.

What the hell am I waiting for?

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