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I was waiting for you
Like a kid waiting for a swing line
In the park
A little excitement and a little fear
Of someone else
I was scared the day would come
That you did not want me anymore
And would find someone else
I hoped the day would never arrive
But I’m always unlucky in this life
You found someone to replace me
Someone better and happier
Maybe we weren’t meant to be
Not in this life, or the next
We were two people wrong for each other
At the wrong time
And I hope I remember that
So I can let you go
Like you did with me.
But yet, I’m still waiting for you.
And I don’t know why.
Maybe I’m just not ready.
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Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
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