waiting
March 8th, 2003
every morning i’ve stood at this open door
to watch the sun rise and reveal the empty day
train my eyes at the start of the sky
when i look for you who went away
they say i’m foolish for waiting
and hope’s a hard habit to break
they say i don’t look for you
it’s just my routine of being awake
eventually i go back inside
with excuses i have to believe
though each do i fight harder
to wait instead of grieve
this morning i won’t find you
it feels like pain to close the door
until you wrap your arms around me
you’re worth waiting for
Entry Filed under: Girls, Hope, Love, Sad, San Antonio, Uncategorized
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