over cappuccino
waiting for you
alone like it matters
waiting for my cappuccino
to cool a little
many times i have waited
like this for you
how much longer
writing verses on little folded napkins
glancing at people walking past
knowing that time also walks out on people like me
alone like it matters
waiting for my cappuccino
to cool a little
many times i have waited
like this for you
how much longer
writing verses on little folded napkins
glancing at people walking past
knowing that time also walks out on people like me
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7 comentarios:
time walks out on all of us. lovely words.
sometimes, the waiting is better.
I can so relate. I've been doing a lot of waiting myself these days. Beautiful poem.
How very striking.
I've been away from reading blogs, personal life and all that. My apologies.
cj, so true. i feel like i just have to do things faster if i am to experience them all.
mussolini, waiting... with you waiting also comes after the words, i hate. i know what you mean tho. it's just that most times i come too late. so waiting is actually irrelevant.
sk8rn, patience has never been my virtue.
m! welcome back. missed your poems dear.
*grin* I'm glad someone missed my depressing poetry!
hello.... lovely poem~ that one really captures how I feel when I'm waiting for my date at some coffeesh0p... it's so simple and so direct and so striking, like what M said~
i agree with cocaiNe jesus. anyway, if you like p0etry, I invite you to check out my blOg . I'm not Creative enuff to write my own so I just other pe0ple's w0rds and artw0rks. *^__^*
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