Waiting for…

Rugs under tables. I am sitting at the dawn of twilight.

Waiting for you. To appear out of rosebushes.

All of a sudden. I want to be surprised by your apperance.

For all the many thoughts i spent.

For all the many smiles i gave.

For all the many heartbeats i rushed into.

Toes scratching on woolen tapestry.

My fingernails are tearing the table away.

I can smell the roses whispering your scent.

Over the doorstep i hear you comming.

I promise to wihthold my dissapointment.

For hearing you in anticipation.

 

copyright (c) 2013 by franziska dirnberger

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