Waiting Poem by Amanda Jonson

Waiting



I stand waiting
The cool breeze touches
My rosy cheeks
My mysterious eyes
Look at you,
Waiting.
The breeze blows
My curly hair
My lips the perfect
Shade of pink
Waiting.
My long white dress
Flows with the
Wind as if to say
go forward but
I can’t….yet
The music starts
Taking a deep breath
I take a slow step forward
Walking to you
Everyone is watching me
Your dark eyes look into
Mine, gently I tear up
Waiting

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Terrin Fuller 28 January 2008

this is really sweet you put some real emotion into this i love it

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