Waiting for a Promise

Waiting for something I don't have
waiting for the momemnt you'll touch my hand

screaming in my head, needing you to tell
that all you really wanted, was my hand as well

curled up in silence, treating me with lies
seeing who you are, fills my head with cries

It's all over, but I don't want it to be true
You may have lied, but I can't help loving you

*I know this poem isn't that great, but I would still appreciate your vote and comment. thanks*