peeking at the side of my window
i wonder if it will come in time
is it still there?
or was it making me wait here?
ha, i breathed out
maybe i should wait
it had always been late
and that's not what i hate
waiting in vain is what i always get
sometimes it's tiring
but being with you is worth the wait
on cue, you came
the rain trickled outside the window
now that you're here
i can not care about anything at all
YOU ARE READING
Unsaid
PoetryThoughts and feelings that can't be said drawn through poetry and epistolary. --- "Unsaid" Written By: euphoricskepticism Genre: Poetry Started: July 31, 2016 #699 in Poetry - 091416 #695 in Poetry - 091516 #711 in Poetry - 091616 #672 in Poetry - 0...