Waiting - Poem by naida supnet
more cups of coffee and more late at nights,
counting the stars and savoring the moonlight.
marks on the calendar and listening to the clock
letting the time pass counting all the raindrops.
Sometimes it means
every waking hour and smiles in the sunrise
more words of love more poems that surprise
There are times when it means
more tears rolling down though it hurts deep inside
you wear a mask of a clown.
Also it means
long phone calls and letters words of trust and assurance
and love in his songs.
At night you close your eyes
you pat yourself with a sigh another day is done
wait, just wait, you'll get by
Waiting is a feeling
of longing and missing, of sadness and tears,
of crying and hurting.
But waiting is something
I've learned to love because it means loving him
with all I have.
Though waiting is not
waiting without tears
waiting is something I wouldn't miss.
Waiting is loving
loving is waiting
I'll continue to love, and yes, I'll continue to wait.
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