Feels like a haze.
Everything lost for days.
His smile gives me chills.
His voice is pure comfort.
Waiting...How would he touch me?
How would he kiss me?
How would he look at me?
Would he see through my eyes?
Waiting...Would he hear my soft cries?
How would he hold me?
Would he wrap his arms around me?
Would he love me?
Waiting...Feels like a haze.
Everything lost for days.
Waiting...Waiting...
Waiting for his love.
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