we are all waiting for something,
a plane to land,
a response to be sent,
a love to be requited.
waiting is the hardest part
of living in this world.
patience,
a virtue seldom valued,
is not a value i hold near.
impatience runs within me,
why not now?
i ask petulantly
as if the stars should hang in the sky
because i no longer want to wait for nightfall.
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC
we are all waiting for something,
a plane to land,
a response to be sent,
a love to be requited.
waiting is the hardest part
of living in this world.
patience,
a virtue seldom valued,
is not a value i hold near.
impatience runs within me,
why not now?
i ask petulantly
as if the stars should hang in the sky
because i no longer want to wait for nightfall.
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