Right Outside

Maybe you sent me off like a scout

Or you threw me out in a bout

Maybe you made me cry,

Maybe I cried, cried, till I was dry

Maybe you didn’t love me as I did

Or you didn’t want me to make ’tis a bid

Maybe I screamed,

Maybe you screwed

Maybe you fought,

Maybe I thought

Maybe you lied,

Maybe you didn’t obliged

Maybe I’m heartbroken

Maybe you are not even broken

Yet, whatever the colours would presage

Or whatever the future might envisage

I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait

I’ll be right here waiting for you

See also  Old Wound

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