Patience Poem by Scott tennorman

I fold my hands and wait

For him to waver

Or you to see

That others love you

Not only he

Its a losing battle

Im comming undone

Just need more time

Which i have none

Asleep or awake

Night or day

Im thinking of you

Those fond memorys

Or depressing thoughts

They fill me up

To the bursting point

Till i let go

But for now

Ive held on

To the last little strings

Of loves sad song

So i sit here

With head in hands and wait

For my lucky break

But losing hope

I see no such thing

And still i wait