Confessions of a Good Girl: A Poetry Collection

Waiting on this bench

I have been waiting

it seems

i always have

been sitting here

in this bench

moss growing

on my toes

as vines creep

up my calves

holding me

down

as if I was

going anywhere 

The bus never comes

but still

I wait

Just incase

Maybe I am a fool

somehow a small part

of me

still believes

It could show