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You told me to wait for you,

That you would be right here.

My arms to run to,

My solution to my fear.

But here I sit in the dark hours,

Nearing the sun's rise.

Who but I knows the power,

Of the tears welling inside?

This night has been a war against hell,

And here I am fighting alone.

Spears and guns to fight so well,

To unexperienced hands unknown.

Let me drown in this water,

Turned brown as I stepped through.

I'm losing this once bid barter,

What more do you wish me to do?

My eyes like floods cascading down,

A waterfall of emotions, worthless.

My ever-present smile is now a frown,

And my soul is deemed hopeless.

Yet I wait as a lost woman here to you,

Waiting for the comfort you promise me to.

Although I know you will not show,

I'll stay here to rot, and no one will know.

Nor care. . .