For Annie (A Song) Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

Waiting for Annie
behind a closed curtain,
my Southern Comfort I threaten
and everything seems so uncertain,
watching the candle light
fight its way to heaven,
my heart beats so funny
as I'm waiting for Annie.

I cannot think of anything else,
nothing any more makes much sense.
I don't know why, I don't even want to guess
but my mind is in such a mess
and though my life makes me mad,
it's sad but I could not care less,
when I picture those eyes so sunny,
I'm just waiting for Annie.

Will she come or will she not?
A tiny wish is all I've got:
I hope she feels the same
when she calls my name
or is it just a game
she is playing a lot?
No matter what,
I haven't met some one so honey,
as if I was always waiting for Annie.