Lighting up the candles, and polishing those handles
I lay a new tablecloth brushing it clean
Wearing up the bangles, and putting on those sandals
I wait for the moment when it's seven fifteen
Minute-by-minute time drags on
When on me will the right time tick upon?
I waited and waited for that subtle knock on my door
Whilst over me the mountain of seconds stacks on
I keep on waiting knowing he'll never come
But, for him only my heart loves to hum
My heart that beats at the rhythm of his name
Wonders what if he actually came
How beautiful would it be when his eyes locked with mine
And he saw the heart in me I adorned for him
And together we would be, and together we would dine
But, nevertheless, it will always be hidden
Hidden by his eyes that were too far from mine
Clouded by the distance between us
This distance then gave me a gift, that will always be mine
A scar on my heart that yearns for his dust
So, at seven-fifteen, I wait no longer
As I hold this scar feeling ever so somber
And hide it in the ocean of my chest
Where for ages and ages it would peacefully rest
And then I thought, feeling a little distraught
Will he ever know how much for me it was tough?
To hold the scar of his separation and all for it I had fought
Perhaps not, because that's what it means to hold the scar of love
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