The Sign
So what do you mean?
I asked for sign. I did.
I meant nothing by that, know that you were nowhere to see me. Know that you were nowhere to be found.
But, there you are;
magically, charmingly, georgeously show your light in the last minute of midnight.
I was in the middle falling asleep.
That moment, I thought I was dreaming, 'cause its been six months since you suddenly, magically, helplessly disappear from anywhere.
But, there you are;
continouosly, bravely, greatly show yourself in my view.
Are you giving me signs?
Are you really care about me ranting about the signs I need?
Then, I deeply, greatly, regretfully apologise.
I never knew, that you would take that as a sign from me.
I'm sorry for making us both trapped in this confusing sign-giving interactions.
We could give each other the signs that we ask. But do we really mean it?
We could end up somewhere, instead of giving each other the key to the door, we're gonna giving each other knives and guns.
Scars and bleed; torment and torn each other apart.
21/12/2016 23:xx p.m.
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