time passes slowly
through impatient eyes
with quivering lips
refusing to smile.
holding and waiting
rooted deep in her beliefs
over and over
like a story's motifs,,
standing still
but seldom a complaint
though her heart grows weary
and her eyes look drained
-two hearts beat
but all by themselves
see the happiness stolen
off empty shelves.
he's taking but always
forgetting to give,
she's waiting but always
forgetting to live.
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Poems For The Lover And The Loner
ŞiirPoems about finding love and the art of falling in love... or falling out of it.