I sat alone
in the corner of my room
Dark as my thoughts
My knees kissing my face
Biting my nails to think
Glancing at the clock
again
and again
and again
I opened the door a chink
I started quickening my pace
Tapping my feet
on the hard wood floor
I wondered;
Would he come again?
A/N Hey guys. It is my first poem on wattpad and I sure hope I am able to build your interest :) I request you to read forward and find deeper meaning in the poem, it won't disappoint you :D
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Scythe for my Love | ✔
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