Oh how time draws to a stillness,
this prison will forever keep me.
Hope is a word I have long forgotten.
How long need I wait for deliverance?
Each day that passeth I hop till I ache,
waiting for that special girl.
The girl who holds my destiny,
and my salvation from this loneliness.
Yet here I am aging beyond years.
wart upon wart I no longer recognize myself.
Despair and loneliness are all I have.
That kiss is a joke, really.
And yet I linger still,
waiting, wanting to prove myself wrong to the end.
If only her kiss would come before I go.
I wish I could at least see my angel...
...my princess who shall never be.
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