a very beautiful woman
sits there ever so patiently
awaiting his arrival
wanting this one to be the one
how was she to know
that he would be like the others
just a jerk that didn't care bout her
only wanted to toy with her emotions
she begins to wonder what happened
did she say something wrong
did she go to the wrong place
or was she just getting her hopes up again
why won't he show up
is he too scared of what could be
or is he scared of her
it is far too difficult for her to tell
an hour goes by
and still he does not show
was it all a dream
that she thought was real
two hours have passed
and still no sign of him
had her prospective date forgotten
or did something terrible happen
no way to know
as she sits there wondering
what happened and what she should do
wondering if she should just go home
finally after 2 1/2 hours have passed
she gets up to leave
for she finally sees
that he stood her up
left her there waiting
with her heart in her throat
hoping that he would be the one
when he was no better than the others
so she went home
and changed into her comfy pjs
and curled up on her couch
with one of her fave books
she jumped when the phone rang
it was him calling from the rendevous spot
saying that he was sorry he was late
and asked if she would come back
tired of the lies that he said
she gave him a piece of her mind
and said that she was staying home
as she was tired of being stood up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good for you, Grace... but so sorry you were stood up.