I am waiting
quietly observing
silently hoping
to be surprised
to hear good tidings
I am waiting
to learn that reason
will suffice
always aware yet
scarcely prepared
for what may come
with the new day's rise
in trepidation
I am waiting
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 9:16 AM UTC
when we do meet
too nervous to embrace
we greet one another
with guarded eyes and
cleverly disguised emotion
we might have been lovers once
in reality we are old friends
with nothing in common
but the unacknowledged longing
that binds us close
at what cost, missed opportunity?
I can dream, I can fantasise
yet always, there is the uncertainty
if we had been lovers once
had lain naked in each others arms
what then?
would we be lovers still?
would we still be friends?
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 1:15 PM UTC