Free
Waiting to be free.
Wishing things were different
counting down until
we can meet again.
Not knowing when
I'll see you again
hoping it's soon
craving to
feel your
arms around
me.
Promise that
you'll never let
me go.
I'm right here
still waiting
for you.
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.