I'm sitting outside, in a dress and heels, waiting for you to come over.
I'm sitting here, listening to music, holding my envelope with notes to you.
You're about to be leaving, to go back to Colorado for a few days.
I sit here waiting, wondering "when are you coming?..it's starting to get cold..."
I sit here, still waiting as a black van continues to turn around and drive by me slowly...
I get up and run back inside to my room, messaging you, scared.. telling you I hope you're coming soon.
You're not responding.. "have you already left?" I wonder...
I continue sitting, waiting in my room for you to show...
Took me hours to get ready to surprise you...
Hoping you show up.
YOU ARE READING
Welcome to my mind.
PoetryThis is just where I'll write things I usually write in my journal. I'm a very open person:) Except I will not use names, I will be using words such as "you", "they", and "them."