wooden + gates

Everything hurts yet still
I wait
counting out starsÂ
by our old wooden gate
and still everything hurts
The days  The nights
every breath every sound
every breeze each new sight
and I'm here counting stars by
Our old wooden gate
Life static without you
And still, Still I wait
and I wait,
M
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