In a waiting room

This feeling I get Every time I send A couple of lines over to you And you leave me hanging Dry Without the least acknowledgement or reply Is like being left standing Constantly in a waiting room Of a dentist clinic, Where I am certain I’ll receive pain But it is exacerbated By the unnecessarilySigue leyendo «In a waiting room»

Maybe tomorrow

This is the start of a poem I have been working on. I don’t want to share it all just now, because all in all is quite depressing and I don’t want to spread the curse around. ———— 🙂 This is how I want to feel inside. 🙂 This is how I should feel inside.Sigue leyendo «Maybe tomorrow»