Waiting
Tired and lonely
Expecting results
Sick of the sorries
Finding the faults
Worrying, wondering
When's it my turn?
To find a real love
That really means something
YOU ARE READING
Poetrying
PoetrySilly poems I write Whether in the dead of night Or when the sun shines bright
3:00 AM
Waiting
Tired and lonely
Expecting results
Sick of the sorries
Finding the faults
Worrying, wondering
When's it my turn?
To find a real love
That really means something
