Parked

on

Parking in front of your house

So near but too far

Trembling away from your sight

New lovers are what amends are

Chase the mark, the falling grace

Still not lost in your eyes

Still the doubt in mine

Never the less here I am… I’m not leaving…

Parked outside your house

I wait for the dew to appear

Free of remorse and regret

The last traces of fear every step you are coming near…

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