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Forever

It's been three years
But feels like a decade,
Battling his worst fears
His soul is now fade,
Only him and his shaded dream
Broken from inside,but says he's fine
Patience filled to its brim
Its hard now even to draw the line;
He smiles at the crowd
Through his tear stained cheeks
All the voices screaming loud
All he remembers are the erroneous ticks.

wait,forever,wait forever,waiting forever,how long do i have to wait,depression,stress,poetry on depression,the wait is not over yetFinding himself in all the wrong places
Wanna see the golden lights
Tying his rugged shoelaces
His nightmares full of bloody fights,
Wasn't that enough,wasn't that old?
He wants it too bad,now it's too late
Wasn't it mean,wasn't it cold?
Is it all in his mind and not in his fate?
Waiting,waiting for a whole new life
Tamed steel waiting tonight
Cut through the hopeless knife
Still smiling even after the venomous bite.

Opened his heart,poured it all
Wanna have it,wanna touch it too
Yet it feels nothing could manage to fall
Lost in the storehouse of an old shoe;
Out in the open,out in the dark,
Smiling through hatred,but he's fine
Hiding swiftly that scary scar mark
Isn't it yet time for him to shine?
Waited too long,gave all his time
Yet it's not enough,he has to wait more
Wait while life gives him lime
Smiling through his shattered core.


His shadows are chasing
Without hope for the last time
Warning bells keep ringing
Having no regrets,the worst crime;
Hope he's not over it yet
He has to wait,wait till the sunrise
Wait alone for his best mate
Wait forever till his tear dries,
So many nights,still thinking about it
Stumbling dream it's still in his mind
An empty heart with what he meets
Waiting,waiting forever to find!


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