Waiting turns seconds into forever

Where the Wild things are
Somewhere between here and far
Words Untamed
Names Unacclaimed
Wicked Masks broadcast Shame
Rampant Flasks unsurpassed, Same.

I am waiting. With hands in my pocket. I am waiting.  Wrapped head and heart in a blanket.  Woven yet aching. Wating. Which in turn becomes hope, despaired but promise nonetheless.

If you could read this, I'd hope you would understand.  I'd hope that it would resonate.
Under the same sun, apart.  Under the same stars, rechart.
The night is darker than you ever were, it's when the stars emit the death of something that was once so bright and beautiful, I sing of when you and I were forever wild, the crazy days, city lights, the way you'd play with me like a child, will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?

Waiting turns seconds into forever.

Where the Wild things are
When you're the star
I'm the cage
You've chosen to disengage.

I wish you wouldn't, hadn't and shouldn't. But shooting stars are not our thing and wishes are foolish. So I'll wait a fool in the dark while you sip poison into my little blue veins.