Waiting

     Someone once told me if you ever have something stuck on your mind then write it out, just let it via pen and paper and soon you would have transferred all those thoughts to words. I think this a pretty ingenues concept which actually does happen to work for me. The first time I did it, was last spring; which was my senior year in high school. I wrote a beautiful poem in only took a matter of minutes because the situation had been stirring in my head for so long. I'm not very confident when I read out loud and my voice tends to shake. I had wrote about something so emotional that I had kept locked inside my head; replaying occasions over and over. One teacher told me she could really feel all the emotion in it and she wanted a copy of it to reference for future years of teaching. When I read it to my parent's, my dad at first didn't believe that I wrote it. They knew me for the person I was at home I suppose. Momentarily I don't think they believed that I experienced what I was writing about. And I know you're all probably like well what did you write, well here it is...

Sitting here waiting

 Buzzzzz

You text me, “Be right down”

“Be right down” turns into

Searching for a song on the

    Radio-night radio

          waiting

Buzzzzz

You text me, “Sorry, had to do laundry. On my way.”

            On the look out-waiting.

                        For you

                                    For future

                                                For love

                                                            For happiness

                                                Still waiting

TAP TAP-on my car window

            No longer waiting.

            Waving, smiling

                  Greeting

The nights air is cold

We park and go up

To your room

You show my things I’ve never seen

            Views

                        Stars

                                    Photos

                  Creating memories

Told me what I want to hear.

Wrapping me around your

     Perfectly primed finger

          The sun rises.

  The light illuminates truths

I’m blinded by it’s glorious rays

    Off I go, intoxicated by

       “foolish emotions”

Then, shortly, I’m left again

                              Waiting

                   For a message

          A response

  An answer

Left second guessing myself

                 Devestated

             Insecure

    Still waiting for a

      Reason why.