Monday, 6 February 2017
Waiting For The 7:51
All these minutes stood in the freezing cold waiting to go somewhere I don't even want to go. They add up to hours, add up to days. All these days lying here thinking of your pretty yet elusive face. They add up to weeks, add up to months, add up to years, add up to a thousand wasted tears. Loneliness hounds me like a dog, whilst the bitter realisation sinks in that I chose it because you're the only one my heart stubbornly wants. What will it take for me to cut through this fog?