I'll wait. And wait. And wait.
I'll wait for him to come.
I'll wait for him to save me.
My Romeo.
My Edward Cullen.
My knight in shining armor.
I've been waiting for a while now.
I'll wait a while more.
I'll wait until my hero comes to save me.
As I wait, I lose faith.
My hopes are dying every second.
Like a flower, they die so quickly.
I'll wait a little longer.
I'll wait just one more night.
I'll wait just one more night.
perhaps your night is over. So don't waste time by waiting further, rather try to acquire strength to save other at least weak fellows as your associates.
Nice, but I could have done without the 'Edward Cullen, ' but you're a teenybopper, so I can't rag on you too much. I wrote something similar to this called Where Is She? Check it out when you get a chance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
u are quite good hey - don't u think u should save some of your poetry - to really publish a book one day - reap the rewards. we don't really gate paid here. this is where we are recognised though - free advertisng lol