I sit and type
My fingers floating above keys
before words and sentences are created
A story is born
An empty page becomes full of text
and yet I still feel the same

Alone

I write to escape reality.
But I end up creating different prisons for myself
Each one has the one thing I want

And I fear
that I am never going to get it
Everyone deserves unending love

But




Me

I sit and wait

wait with a heart full of hope
wait for a miracle to happen
wait to see if life can be beautiful

But I have been here before
waiting for others to decent those steps
and lift me off my feet
but no one did

I waited for you
hoped and prayed that you would come
hoped that what we had was real
and not just a figment of my imagination

I waited ever after you said no.

still hoping for a tiny spark of hope


Now I wait again
praying that for once I can gaze upon your face once more
and finally, get to feel your touch

I want to know how sweet your lips are
and how silly you look when you snore
I want to cherish the small moments that mean nothing to you.

but to me

they hold the little bit of happiness I'll experience in life

so I sit and wait
for the chance, I can meet the person who has saved me from


myself

A seed for my smiles
A tear for my sarrows

maybe one day
the trees will grow