You ask me not to wait for you
I've been waiting my entire life.
Mama says I'm too direct, that I say things too quickly. But what does it matter?
Maybe my entire life, all of these nineteen years, wasted in the poppies beyond the tall, tall fence...
Maybe, just maybe, I've been waiting, and I didn't even know. Maybe I was waiting- am still waiting- for you.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
You ask me not to wait for you
I've been waiting my entire life.
Mama says I'm too direct, that I say things too quickly. But what does it matter?
Maybe my entire life, all of these nineteen years, wasted in the poppies beyond the tall, tall fence...
Maybe, just maybe, I've been waiting, and I didn't even know. Maybe I was waiting- am still waiting- for you.
