Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Waiting


Waiting
On the edge of a
Forest
For him to come
I wonder
How many others
Came before me
Waited
I know I shouldn’t
But I am only
Alone
At the edge of a forest
And my heart
Is weak (and cold)
And I will take
Anything
Even wondering
To forget
Myself. 

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