Waiting

by Burn It Baby. ! .   Apr 22, 2006


Waiting upon that step
Or waiting upon her bed
Waiting for some reason in her life
Something worth living her life for
Silence is all she can hear
Creak, creak creak
Drip drip drip
Whether that be a tear
Or something different...
She awaits that call
Call of someone
That tells her she is loved
And they couldnt live without her
But the painful reality kicks her hard
Makes her bleed
Makes her drip with tears
So soon will they know
As she falls to the floorboards.

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