You waited 'til my ninth birthday
Just for me to take you home
Although you were so scared at first
You learned the house was yours to roam
You waited for me after school
And sometimes even practice too
I'd find you laying on my bed—
Always with the door in view
You waited every trip we took
For me to come back to the house
While you were grumpy I had left
You tailed me like you would a mouse
You waited while I stayed in dorms
For me to visit when I could
You'd search for me both high and low—
How could you know it'd do no good?
But now I guess it is my turn
To spend my life waiting for you
How cruel it is to feel your pain
Now that there's nothing I can do
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)