When I'm alone
It all just seems so postponed
Like everyone is in a race
And I'm stuck in last place
You make smile
Even when you've been gone awhile
When you return im back in the race
Holding your hand and keeping pace
I love you and I'm so excited
To start our life I can barely hide it
But for now I'm isolated
Still untitled the girl who waitted
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Writer.
PoetryPoems, Quips, and Exerpts from Books I Should Write. Here in an unorganized train of thoughts.
