The clock's ticking away towards midnight.
I lay there on my bed waiting...
waiting very patiently for him to come.
Growing restless for i have been waiting -
wating for long, to feel him gently,
Caress me. Woo me. Love me.
I am waiting with my eyes wide open
for him to come and kiss it close.
Long past midnight
and he's still not arrived, But, i wait
for i know he will come.
He is late! Still i don complaint
'coz I know he must be busy -
busy kissing another pair of eyes.
Another pair of eyes, like mine
waiting to close with a flutter
and fall asleep!!!
Come over soon dear Mr. Sleep,
'coz i am weary -
weary with the agony of waiting.
Priya
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3 comments:
Really cool da! I feel that the poem has U written all over it.....
Its my turn to be "amazed and know not what to say..." looking at your poetry... Miss.Surprise....
Really good... Continue... You will go places...
Dan
Toooooooo good di............ super........ wat a twist lolz........ ;)
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