I am here waiting
for your promise
In vain I do.
Like the shore
Always eager to welcome
the curling waves.
The waves that come
even without notice
while I am obliged
to accept.
For it is the waves
that wash away
the aridity of the shore,
blending it with the vastness
of the cold, wide sea.
Seeing myself bleeding now,
anticipating for your love
I can already suspect of the
vultures at my back
Peering at my predicted fall.
Knowing that
you haven't loved
After all.
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