At the edge of my seat
Once again you got me right where you want me...
Or right where you left me, I should say.
Sitting at the edge of this seat with my face buried in hands that carry all the promises you gave to me.
All the times you pleaded your case...
I should have known that just because someone says that they care
it doesn’t mean that they do
but if for that moment it means that I’m yours
I’m all ears.
Ill deal with the disappointment later because I know it’s just a matter of time before I’m back sitting at the edge of my seat drowning in the love I just want to give to you
but you got this lighthouse in your eyes...
something about the way you look at me brings me home every time because God knows I be lost without you.
And once I’m back with you, watching the fall and rise of your chest I’m happy.
The peace is almost inconceivable.
So, I’ll wait here... at the edge of this seat.
Where you always leave me...
right here where you try to convince yourself that you want me.
just... another sad poem about the same person for the millionth time. I'll stop writing about him one day.
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