That's Right, Another Poem.

This poem is a bit depressing. It came from a short story that I wrote a long, long time ago.


Always Waiting For You

The cold wind sings its lonely song,
playing it just for me.
God only knows how long I've been standing here,
waiting for you.
I'll keep on waiting for you.
People pass by and stare at me,
with their looks of disbelief.
I hear what they say,
"She's gone crazy, standing there,
waiting for a guy who'll never come back."
I just want to hold you in my arms again.
Feel your warm touch.
Hear your sweet voice in my ear.
I want to clutch onto you so tight,
just to make sure you'll never leave again.
I make a plea on my knees to send you back.
Please, oh, please come back to me.
The tears just won't stop falling.
Come back and wipe them away.
The wind is blowing colder
and the rain has started pouring.
But I'm still out here, wet and cold.
Still waiting, always waiting for you.
And instead of clutching you so tight,
I'm clutching onto your cold stone,
waiting for you.