Excerpts from a story I'll never write

Waiting

I feel lonely

Even though you are there

I feel like I'm waiting for my one and only

But all I feel is despair

Am I holding on to this?

Should I let it go?

I'm probably just being remiss

I should take it slow

See if a boy will call, maybe he can be the key

Maybe I'm waiting for the snow that will never fall unless the snow is the one waiting for me