Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By: Melissa Graham

I wait again.
I am not your expectations.
I wait for you to feel me, hear me
I wait for you to see
not my hair
not my skin
but the soul that lives within.
I am not unbreakable
I am not replaceable
Someday you will pine
for what I offered with my heart

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