Waiting
Her Eyes Looking Down
She Ignores The Voices Echoing,All Around
By Herself, With No One
By Herself In A World Of Life And Death
Her Thoughts Think Longingly
About The Love She'll Never Have
The Dull Emptiness, Loneliness Covers Her
Like A Blanket Protecting Her, From The Bitter Shame
Waiting For One Simple Person
One Person That Will Stay True
And Not Stab Her In The Back
She Sits Waiting...
| On October 12th 2007 lisaljb Said : | |
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I love the feel of this poem, nice work! |
| On October 11th 2007 cain182 Said : | |
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its neat. something similar to what id write. good work |


