WAITING
Waiting is killing the last courage within,
to express how i feel.
It has been a year now,
and am still waiting
I have seen sun rising so beautiful many times.
Each day thinking that It may be my day
but as the last rays sink down the horizon in the evening
I am left to wonder if it is worthy waiting.
Am torn between the land of confusion'
not knowing if am crazy or insane
waiting on someone who seem not to care
but deep within I feel she might be!
waiting is killing the last right word
I have rehearsed for days
In a perfect tone
To say how I feel.
When will this waiting be over?
It is killing everything!
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