Christian K. Montiel
Waiting - Poem by Christian K. Montiel
I’ll be waiting on the bed as you are put on that blue dress that I bough to you in the mall but it seems like everything is going on slow motion when you know is the last minutes.
Walking out of the door watching how the wind harass you hair and plays around with your beautiful blue dress.
Here tickets for the train at four to Seattle go! Is already three thirty, I take you bags to the train station, what is going on with all that make up? But you still are looking beautiful with out it.
Bye beautiful woman on that train to Seattle, don’t worry about me I’ll be here waiting for you to come back.
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