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Counting Moments

Counting the days till this suffering ends
trapped in a circle of repeating trends
I wait for the day I can call myself free
The day where I belong only to me

Counting the hours till my friends finally leave
their taunting and teasing is making me bleed
I yearn for a close few who will just make me happy
No tasks, no tsks, no judging, no snapping.

Counting the minutes till I can go home
to live those few moments, not waiting alone
to laugh and to sing, to enjoy what like can offer
not lost in the silence, hearing heartbeats growing softer

Counting the seconds till my heart skips a beat
to find that true someone to make me feel complete
Tired of frauds, bullies, players and none
I just want a person who needs me to belong

I am counting the days till I lose it all
Family, Friends, Pets, Love, Care and more
I wish I could enjoy what I have to be
But how can I be happy, when you have my key

So I'm counting, and counting, until the time wins
Trapped behind clock faces, desks and my sins.
And I'll wait, and I'll wonder, when life will begin
Just moments, and seconds, days, hours, it's dim

alas, time is ticking, till the very en...

L~

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