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As I wait
written by writingpoetry_inadarkroom06:19 AM 3/24/05I am sitting here, waiting all this time.
I am longing for you to come back home.
I hear the wind blowing through the wind chime.
Looking for your prescance, these hills, I roam.
The rain now falls on my tear-covered dress,
The hope of you coming home is dying.
I wonder how I fell into this mess,
Lying on the mountaintop, just sighing.
Spring has turned to Summer, and now to Fall
The leaves were brown when you left, they're now brown.
I might be the loneliest of them all,
In all of this sorrow, I may drown.
Look! Who is that? Could that be him out there?
He's coming back, with that loving stare! |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I wrote this about a girl who is waiting for her love to come home from a journey. This guy, named Frank, in my class thought that I wrote it about someone that I liked. He asked me who it was about, FIVE times.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by dripdripcanuherethattick (3-24-2005 - 06:22 AM)
| hey this poem is OK in a good way |
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