We held each other together that one day
Minutes felt like hours
You asked if I would be yours
I told you to wait
I knew I should have said yes
Because you didn't wait, you moved on
Now I'm left waiting
I'm waiting for something
I no longer know what I'm waiting for
I should have just picked that moment and left waiting for another day
Yet here I stand waiting
Waiting to catch the next bus
But each time one comes I wait
I'm waiting for yours
I guess I should stop
And jump on the next one that arrives at the station
And stop waiting
YOU ARE READING
Little stories of a Girl
Poetrytake what you think when you see the word 'girl'. and then take the word 'different'. because every 'girl' is 'different' to what you might think. and this is a story about those girls
