I wait for your kiss.
A soldier standing on duty.
A touch putting me at ease.
Silently I guard what is left
of my heart.
And I wait
For a sign.
A small child at the crosswalk,
watching for the red hand
to fade away,
So I can go.
I wait for a sound.
A sprinter on the track,
the snap of a bullet,
a race for the ages.
I wait for the thing
that I want the most.
And I wait for the day,
when I know what I want.
I wait,
For you.
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 11:29 AM UTC
I wait for your kiss.
A soldier standing on duty.
A touch putting me at ease.
Silently I guard what is left
of my heart.
And I wait
For a sign.
A small child at the crosswalk,
watching for the red hand
to fade away,
So I can go.
I wait for a sound.
A sprinter on the track,
the snap of a bullet,
a race for the ages.
I wait for the thing
that I want the most.
And I wait for the day,
when I know what I want.
I wait,
For you.