He left me waiting, staring at the stars,
Believing he was one of a kind;
He left me waiting, staring at the sun,
Now I know why love is blind
And the sun and the stars looked down on me
And asked 'What are you waiting for? '
I answered like this: 'I wait for my love,
But I fear he's my love no more'
He left me waiting, alone and cold,
Cold as the snow in December;
He left me waiting, memories intact,
Suffering, while I remembered
He left me waiting, but I wait no more,
I cut the ties, freed myself from the tether;
And the cold and loneliness felt pity for me,
They took me home... now we all live together
Great poem Lora, very well put together - love the last stanza.
I'm so glad that poems flow out of you Like snow finds its way to the sea If you ever should reach your potential, There'd be no room for poets like me....
Lovely poem. Thanks for the comment. Read mine - Bloom of Youth - Adeline
This is a masterpiece Lora, I don't know about fishing Kevin..lol.. Excellently written poem friend. Siya_! !
Love the humour as usual Lora even though it may be bittersweet? We've all been there though.My late Mother used to say to me, don't worry there's plenty more Fish in the Sea. But when your young your not much good at Fishing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He left me waiting, staring at the sun, Now I know why love is blind oh, what correlation of the words with inner thoughts! Splendid.