3 years I've stood waiting,
for him to come around
hoping, praying, crying
waiting for him.
3 years I've stood waiting,
looking at you from across the room
as others dance around our separate crowds
but the only person I see is you.
3 years I've stood waiting,
for you to open your eyes
but instead I know the truth
which leaves me breaking,
broken,
gone.
i had a bad night tonight because of someone, and as you can tell from this poem it was because of someone i really like. but it's fine right?
