I feel like Annie,
waiting, waiting, waiting,
for something,
i dont know,
something.
For a sign, a message, a gesture maybe,
just waiting.
And with every phone call
I hope it is you.
Every knock on my door
I hope it is you,
but you are too far away to be knocking on my door.
So I wait,
like Annie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem