the lost poet
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Texas, United States
Thinking of what I did,
Looking back at all the times I bled.
Not once did you return the favor,
Not once did you murmer a thank you.
Wanting a second chance.
Not with you but to be among you,
To walk among you,
To feel and love again.
Waiting for my time again.
Another chance should be fair.
A stray bullet aiming for your heart,
Who knew i would be the one to tear.
Now im way up here, and your way down there.
I said I would die for you,
And I kept my promise.
Now im here thinking, wanting, waiting.
for a simple thank you.