Waiting.
A poem that I wrote many years ago that I just came across..
Timeless and true
Why must i always wait?
Forever longing for you
Why must we always part from a period so short?
I long to hold you. To touch you. To feel that you are real.
Fate works in mysterious ways
So frustrating and true
I wake up reaching out for you
Always finding that you are gone
And you will always be
I long to embrace your kisses
And to touch your real face; the patterns of your skin
Each cut and each scrape
So beautiful but in time
I know this will soon be mine
You will soon be mine
For a short second, minute or day
You will be mine.
I ask that fate will freeze us in place in the most perfect of perfect time
I will always be waiting for you
Forever longing
Forever waiting for you
Each second is killing me
Making the next more painful
Fate: puzzling, frustrating, agonizing and true.
I will always be
Forever longing
Forever waiting
Anticipating
Dissipating
Withering and falling apart
When wishing, hoping and dreaming are teasing and ripping at my heart.
I will always be waiting for you
Forever longing
Forever waiting
Waiting and waiting until fate makes us too late.
I am waiting for here and now
Forever waiting.
Forever longing
For here and now .
