Waiting
you told me the truth,
something i always wanted from you,
i got it and now im so confused,
maybe its cause you caused a little hurt,
but no brusie,
but i loved that you told me,
something i need you right here with me ,
im waitting,
not for the next painting,
not for some medication,
but for your hearts dedacation,
where your hearts not going to be rejected ,
but accepted,
into this projection of perfection,
in other words i wont break it like a mirrior reflection,
dismembering you into the space of rejection,
but assembleing the broken pieces,
but at least ,
ive broken your wall,
so if you fall,
ill be here all you got to do is call,
im waitting
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