I wait and wait day after day <br />hoping she loves me back <br />she walks in with nothing to say; <br />puts her keys down on the rack <br /> <br />And still I hope and still I dream <br />and still she walks on by <br />I stitched my note seam by seam <br />and gave myself to the sky. <br /> <br /> <br />I woke up in a cold white room <br />within it not even a sound <br />but lingered still, a feel of doom <br />and to it I seemed bound <br /> <br />And to the right I swapped my head <br />and there she was, eyes teared <br />sitting at the foot of my bed <br />heart broken, make-up smeared <br /> <br />'I have always loved you, ' she said <br />'I loved you all along.' <br />he said 'Well soon I'll be dead; <br />your timing was wrong.' <br /> <br />And just like that, Oslo lay dying <br />feeling guilty as sin <br />and although he knew she was lying <br />he left her behind a grin.<br /><br />sam naser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ballad-of-oslo-booth-carter/
