Monday, 10 October 2016

Wilted

Bright yellow, blue and gold

Waiting eagerly and patiently

Nobody comes nobody comes

Not giving up hope

You think of the plane just landing

You standing there

The wrinkles on a smiling face

on a discarded piece of paper

Nobody comes nobody comes

At home you sit down and think never again

Next to you in the trash are tattered flower petals

Even though you don’t know it

Your heart has turned to cold stone

As you sit and think never again

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