My wait.

Beneath the shade of soulless shame
I wait for you to call my name
Sinner and saint shant heed my cries
For upon me they look and despise

Pass judgment is all they watch and do
My thoughts amuck, I think of you
No care for what they say and feel
From your mouth only the words be real

Heart grows weak and ambitions few
My senses crushed though deep and true
All they want to impose on me
I ignore so that you will hear my plea

Time has passed and pain unchanged
Wings of love dont play this game
All among the flocks we faulter
And in your arms is still my shelter

Author: Moonsomnia

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