Waiting.. waiting.. waiting..
It's seems that's all I'm doing .
Waiting for a day,
Waiting for an hour.
An hour to spend together.
The long days.
Even longer nights.
They haunt me.
Consume me.
Betray me.
I'm looking for ways.
I'm looking for excuses.
Anything at all.
I want those times.
Those long lost times.
Waiting for those plans,
That never meant to be...
YOU ARE READING
Drifting Balloon
PoetryWhen all you can do is watch what you've lost and let all that was left behind consume you.. The feelings I feel, That I felt, That I live in..
