Expectations

for the poetry writing competition..hope you guys like it :)

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Sitting on the bench near the lake

With my bags packed 

Waiting like a desperate lover

For you promised that

We would run away

And build a kingdom of our own

Rule the streets of that forbidden place

And control the arrival of dusk and dawn

You never came that day

Not even the day after or so

You must be planning ahead

I thought, to give me a ray of hope

And now here it is, the doomed end

The bench has lost and become weak

But nevertheless it still keeps waiting

My floating, rotten body on the creek. 

 

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