There she is
Waiting
With no idea of WHEN her feelings will be reciprocated
With no hint of WHEN her efforts will get the attention
With no clue of WHEN her patience will be appreciated
There she is
WAITING
with her eyes
on the frailest flame of hope
left from the flames of her burnt out heart
There she is
Patiently waiting
for the convict
Who set her heart on fire
Patiently waiting for the universe to allign
Yet,Is not doing anything
Any different from giving in?
No doubt,
Her Patience is gold
But,
will it really be worth the wait?
♡ it has really been about a year since i last composed a poetry, i really missed this feeling of being a poet again
I can't wait to write more and improve myself as an aspiring poet 💞
