Monday, June 26, 2017

Your Pedestal

I sat on your pedestal waiting
Keeping it safe while you're gone
So high was its glory, my skin of milk white 
Was scorched by the heat of the sun 
Nobody noticed me waiting
They walked by without any care
Yet they'd have all stopped if i wasn't up here
And you were the one sitting there
I never intended to trade you
I thought i was being a friend  
But where are you now when i need your return
So I am then free to descend
The seasons have changed since you left me
The tides turned to salt from my tears 
And yet i remain here just waiting
Your promise of days became years 

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