I wait for you...
Even in the cold rain of
June.
I stand for you...
During the snows of Mia
Moon.
I dream for you...
Conjuring dark starry
Loons.
I hope for you...
Through the driest of
Monsoons
And I wait,
Shivering,
In the shadow
Of a bloodied
Rose,
In the draft
Of a feeble
Pose,
Anticipating,
Expecting,
Your return.
YOU ARE READING
Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
