the wait
days have passed, i'm still waiting.
nights gone by, i'm still waiting.
when will you ask me? when will you tell me? when will you love me?
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days have passed, i'm still waiting.
nights gone by, i'm still waiting.
when will you ask me? when will you tell me? when will you love me?
Two short stanzas, almost identical, set the rhythm of this poem: days pass, nights go by, and the speaker is still waiting. The repetition makes time feel stuck. Nothing changes except the calendar, and the plain wording suggests a person worn down by the sameness of it.
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