Dwell In Possibility
a collection of outbursts and rants
Monday, October 4, 2010
Waiting Room
She told him secrets,
Sent him poetry,
Thought of him always-
Her body ached
For his touch,
Her writing revolved
Around his subject-
He had consumed her,
And she was left
Waiting for Prince Charming
To return.
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