Waiting

Tue, 12/03/2013 - 21:05 -- 14hoska

I was scared,

Scared of what we could of had.

Scared of what we should of locked on a pad.

Scared of something that could go bad.

 

And now, I stand.

Confused with these flowers from another man.

Do I really want this?

Then I remembered that first kiss.

 

We left each other,

But I thought you would come back.

 

And now, I stand.

Waiting for you to hold my hand.

Waiting for something that will never come

Waiting for something old to become new.

Waiting for you.

 

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