January 28, 2015

standing, waiting

By Shawn

She stands there
Smiling at me
My heart is begging me
To run and see her and hold her close
I stand here
Waiting for her
To give me the sign to give chase
I love her
She makes me feel
I can break free of these shackles
Which keep me
Bound and broken
Rising above it all and join her

About Shawn

I am an aspiring writer and what some may consider a dabbler of many things. In other words, a student of life. View all posts by Shawn

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