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