I’m tired
Tired of fights,
Tired of screams,
Tired of nightmares,
Instead of dreams.
Tired of anger,
Tired of hating,
Tired of sitting,
Tired of waiting.
I’m waiting,
Waiting for love,
Waiting for peace,
Getting an apple,
When others get feasts.
Waiting and thinking,
Of what to do,
Waiting for a chance,
Waiting for you.
You
You’re my thought,
Before I sleep,
You’re the one,
I want to keep.
You’re what I see,
You’re in my path,
But it seems what I want,
I cannot have.
I’ll wait for you,
I’ll wait for you,
If that’s what you need,
Until the day,
I hope to read,
“I’ve made my choice,
I know what to do,
I’ve thought about it,
And I chose you.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I gave this a six, I thought someone was quite cruel to give a two. I may not be a poem I would recommend, but it isn't worthless. The writer was expressing an honest feeling. That is alwats worth more than a two. GW62