Waiting for Love
Beyond the glass and fake facade
I lay in wait for my demise
I may be lame and even odd
But I am more than slightly wise
I have no clue if she will come
‘Cause if she won’t then I will die
Sitting here I’m feeling dumb
But if I see her how I’ll fly
Why does love seem oh so hard
when I can see it every day
I want a bit, at least a shard
a bit of love is all I pray
©2024 CBialczak
Stine Writing 
Christine, you’ve really captured the longing and vulnerability of waiting for love. This piece is so emotionally resonant… ❤
~David
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Thank you David!
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Christine this encapsulates the state of unrequited love so very well! ❤
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Thank you
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A story many have lived I feel. You really captured the feeling of waiting alone, never knowing if your date will come. Well done.
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Beautiful poem Christine! ❤
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What a lovely poem!
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Thank you
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Looking for romance can be frustrating, but don’t give up as that elusive butterfly is just waiting to be captured.
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Such a moving poem Christine. Thanks for joining in.
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