How much more do I need to love you.
How much more do I need to wait.
How much longer do I have to stand on my own.
Not alone from you, but lonely.
How much do I need to love you
before I am satisfied.
A broken record I feel.
Stuck in the waiting room.
Stepping into you, only yet to be another moment,
another moment to see what is to come.
And after endless moments,
you're becoming lost in translation.
Like a bad relationship
I keep coming back to You.
Believing in your promise.
A promise that has almost become empty to me.
But I am here, trying to not lose you in translation.
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