Thursday, May 26

Even miracles take a little time.




Maybe I wasn’t asking you to love me,
 maybe I was asking you to understand, 
because for so long I’ve been hurt 
and for so long you’ve ignored it, 
and maybe it is bad timing, but maybe, I don’t care.

 I’ve been here all along just waiting, 
waiting for you to notice, 
waiting for you to care. 
Waiting for you to say that you’ve been waiting too, 
and you haven’t
 and maybe you never will 
or maybe you’re afraid to. 
But it all hurts the same, 
and in the end, 
I’m the one that’s left broken 
and when I lay down to sleep,
 I’m still the one crying, 
so screw the bad timing. 
I have loved you then, 
like I love you now, 

like I probably always will.


p/s:Even the miracles take time for it to happen.

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