Poems

Waiting

A girl with icy cold hands,
Stands alone in the middle of a crowd,
Pale skin, and fair hair,
She stands swaying in the current of people that move around her,
Not moving,
Not changing,
Not aging,
Just waiting,
Waiting for the person who will save her from the monotony,
Waiting for the person to come rescue her from the sea of doubt.

She stands motionless as someone grabs her hand,
The boy looks at her with wonder in his eyes,
She is the most interesting human being he has ever seen,
His hands warm her icy cold ones,
The boy does not try to move her,
He stands with her,
She is no longer alone in the crowd.

They stay like that for a long time,
Swaying with the current of the people that pass around them,
Then the girl moves,
She walks against the current pulling the boy with her,
They follow their own path,
The monotony of society will not over take them,
They are unique,
They are different,
And they strive to escape the ordinary.