Love & War, music, Prose, Ramblings

Futile Hope

What do I do while I wait for you to decide what to do for us? I guess at 4 in the morning all I can do is the things I set aside for you to do for me. My strings need changing and so does my bed. I might as well start because waiting for you may be an act of futile hope…

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