It's the Wondering

I have no problem
With the waiting
I've grown accustomed to the wanting
It’s the wondering that kills me
It’s the wondering
If you’re wanting
And perhaps even waiting
The way I do
for you
But love It’s not the waiting that I’m hating
I would wait a forever or two
The way I always have for you.
No not the waiting or the wanting…
It’s the wondering that kills me
The ever growing

never knowing
Wondering if you’re wanting me still
In the way I've always only ever wanted you.

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