I'm waiting for you today.
My fingers are cold,
Crossed hoping you'll ride past me,
See me and tell me you love me.
I've done this for days,
Standing on the same street corner,
Just waiting for you.
I'm letting the same songs,
Play through my head,
Waiting to hold you again.
My fingers hurt,
The tips in pain from cold,
Joints aching under the swollen skin.
But I'll still wait,
I always will.
This is just for you, love.
I hope you know that.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
