I am here just waiting
Waiting for so long
Yes you’re late like always
It just feels so wrong
Then I get so angry
It just kills my mind
Everyone is moving
I am left behind
I am left behind
…
Whatd’ya think I should do
When I see her now?
Should I get her pleading?
Should I get a vow?
Should I grant her pardon?
Or turn away? Act blind?
Everyone is boarding
I am left behind
I am left behind
…
There she comes — I see her
Smiling, careless, free
She doesn’t think she’s late or
She wouldn’t be happy
Then she brushes past me
Ungrateful, so unkind
Even she is boarding
I am left behind
I am left behind
Frank Solanki 
so deep. worth a read. keep writing.
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I’ve had your poem in mind since I read it. I fell right in. I saw myself in it and that is why I responded like I did. It is very good, and it echoes in my chest.
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Something’s aren’t worth waiting for. Touching poem.
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BEAUTIFUL
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Beautiful in its sadness… the refrain adds to the whole effect.
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Reblogged this on Hamed M. Dehongi.
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Sucks balls
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The sentiment. Not the poem. Yikes. Sorry if that came off rude 😂
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No problem…
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🙃 hope you’re okay, btw. And writing these words helps to give you the semblance of solace you seek.
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Wow! What a gut punch at the end. Awesome as usual, Frank!
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Thanks, Tim.
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You are welcome.
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Tragically beautiful!
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