Waiting To Be Delivered Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Waiting To Be Delivered
As if, he would come to deliver me
From this dreary town
Where nothing happens
I dreamt of his touch between my thighs
But I stop that when his appearance became rare
Making me yearn for him more
Still, I wait to be deliver
I don't what would kill me first
Waiting or this boring town
Waiting on a heart, is one of the most hardest and agonizing things! .. Emotions run strong and deep and the uncertainty of letting them flow or giving up and letting go...
You perfectly describe what Dylan (and others) had felt when they were living in a dreary town. After they escaped...look what they accomplished!
Still, I wait to be deliver...... significant.... thank u, LeeAnn..
Beautiful! " I don't what would kill me first Waiting or this boring town" is the final intrigue. Loved the poem with its tinge of sensuality. Top score and added to MyFav
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I would like to translate this poem
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Love is always worth trying though! .. Ever so heart movingly composed! .. Endless 10'S And Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++