Sitting, waiting, for something to happen
Not expecting anything special
No stress, no fear, no temptation
Anything not boring will certainly be blissful
Perhaps a fairy-tale Prince on his White Horse
Or an evil Witch that threatens to kill
Both will do, neither will suffice
I will look back on my prayers with remorse
Though my wishes fulfilled will be a thrill
Having them be will bear a price
Me likes this poem
ReplyDeleteMe likes the fact that The Jumentous Macromancy of Bubonalgia likes this poem ^^
ReplyDeleteI suppose so, everything has it's beauty, even boredom :)
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