Inner Workings of My Mind

Waiting

Waiting for that message to come,

Whether it be a call or letter

Is hard to bare when it doesn't.

To have it be promised,

Then to never come,

Always helps to break the heart and the wings of the spirit.

It's a small crack at first, but always goes bigger,

Bigger and bigger to the point where it hurts so bad all you can do is cry and cry and cry.

The tears run down the face when the break gets so big,

there is nothing to help it, nothing but getting that call or letter.

Yet here I am, still waiting, and waiting, and waiting,

for the call and letter I was promised but have yet to receive either.

Here I am,

Still waiting for either or both,

with a broken heart that's

still waiting.