I believe it speaks for it self
Waiting
Waiting, silently, waiting for the promises that she was given.
Waiting, paciently, waiting for the love the she desperately needs.
In the dark corridors, unseen, unnoticed. Waiting for the man.
Waiting,forever, waiting for the one with the perfect key.
Waiting, endlessly, waiting,
She's crying now, growing weak.
Her skin so pale, her face so meek.
He finally comes, arms open to embrace.
Hands so soft, as he wipes the tears from her face.
Waiting.... no more.
Vanceslilgirl · Mon Oct 23, 2006 @ 01:18am · 0 Comments |