Back in preschool, somebody told me that I am special. I responded with a toothy, childish grin because I believed.
Elementary days came by and someone said that I'm capable of great things. I held on to it.
My teen spirit wanted to run free. But you said that I should wait. I did.
Long years are gone and we're almost at the finish line. Yet you say, forget everything.
It's breaking my heart. Because for so long, I placed my faith in you only to hear you say it's over.
They say there's beauty in waiting. But it pains me to realize that I was made to wait for nothing.
Perhaps it's foolish to continue holding on. It's all I have.
I have waited this long. Maybe a few more years wouldn't hurt so bad.
Though it's useless if I'm the only one who's all in.
I'm not closing any doors because I remember you telling me that we'll always be together.
Hopefully, it's not yet forgotten. Because I don't mind returning to dust if we're all together.
Forever.
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