Writers Jam

In the lazy afternoon,
Spending some time alone,
Feels like pain.
Im waiting on you to show up,
Are you coming finally,
I ask myself every day.

It is weird sitting around all the time,
just waiting.
Maybe not even pigeon fly this way.
Yet i carefully prepare to meet,
As if hope was my neverending phase.

Is it me or is it the game,
I dance around your flame.
But when i walk next to you,
I can see we’re both the same.

What i should ask then is:
How come you never see
What’s inside this little brain,
That for you too much is never enough,
You only aim to blame.