Sad as I am

If you see me waiting...

I’m waiting on you.

I’m not a prophet

I gamble my truth.

Believe me

my love

distance

make desire

bloom.

When you find your truth

I’ll be waitìng in my room

ready to never stop loving

you like you know I do.

It started as a fever.

It slowly became a flu.

Now I’m not delivered.

My soul longs for __

I know my truth...

It was written

the days I saw you...

If I must continue

to tell you this words.

It should be to

one eyes alone.

I cannot share with the world

what I should share alone with you.

It is becoming hard to tell who

is in the room.