I'll Wait For You
I sit alone with my head in a book,
None look my way,
I’m invisible to the world around me,
And yet my heart aches for someone
Anyone to talk to.
But with each word I read
My loneliness is filled,
As the words paint a picture in my head.
Like magic I’m swiftly taken away,
I don’t hurt, I don’t cry
But I am filled with joy.
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