At night I lay awake, staring at the ceiling and thinking of our fate.

How I long for thee, but I am fairly certain that thee isn’t ready for me.

My heart, it aches for more, for you, but I have doubts that wish will come true.

So every night I lay awake, and pray and wait that  you’d be ready one day.

Soon I hope, for my heart grows weak and my insecurities reach their peak.

My love is strong and pure, but your stance doesn’t make me feel sure.

So I pass others by, and cry, because of the longing inside.

Loneliness threatens me, and I wish you were here to hold me.

But I’ll endure and wait because I am certain you are my fate.


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