"The Wait"
Waiting's a monster;
It eats you up inside;
Those smiles won't last
These feelings you hide.
Waiting is hurting
Yourself and I;
'Cause distance won't break
This wretched lie.
Waiting is timeless;
It's an infinity;
Those hours are endless...
It drives you crazy.
Waiting is hell;
It is pure agony!
The kind of love
That Kills you softly.
The wait is near,
Yet so far;
A bittersweet song
Plays in the car.
My heartbeat's frozen as
Clouds passed by,
Shaped like your face--
I wonder why.
The wait is real--
I can survive!
A few more minutes...
'Til I'm alive.
(c) WhiteSecret715 2015.
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White Mirrors
PoetryMy third poetry collection. This is basically how my university life went: Crazy, drama, loopy, happy, and genuine bitter partings. It'd be great if you could read some and tell me what you think about them. I'd really appreciate your thoughts!
