Staying That Way

Staying That Way short poem

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So, I came back
When emotions gave me a whack,
And I fell down,
Days of despair began,
Which I should have known,
Will not go away with any new dawn

So I fall down,
Waiting for now,
And I stay down,
To feel this new ground

And I will stay that way,
Looking for you across the bay,
And I will stay that way,
Waiting for you every day

I begin to walk
And break my toes
Waiting for the day you forgave
Knowing deep down done what I have,
Trying to shake it all,
Without doing anything in excess

And I will stay that way,
Looking for you across the bay,
And I will stay that way,
Waiting for you every day

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Preeti
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A poem filled with longing for the beloved…nicely written!

Veeraraghavan
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Good poem.

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