Sitting at my window, staring at the sky..
watching the setting sun paint a beautiful orange hue..
like a kid waiting after school for you to come...
unfailing optimism, yet the eyes moisten.
everyday i stare at the stranger i see in the mirror..
Hate to think that loving you has made me this way..
i can see the palm tree swaying in the warm breeze..
i can hear the ocean wash away yesterday's footprints..
sleep comes swiftly, drying up the wasted tears...
tomorow comes asking for me, i oblige.. turn the page.
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