Waiting

Waiting

I stood there for a moment, shocked, surprised, confused.
As every word I told you slid past you, unconsumed.
You didn’t see me standing there or notice a word I spoke.
My heart was in my chest, bleeding, sad and broke.

I was like the wind, to clear for you to see.
You were like the night, as dark as it could be.
My eyes looked for a moment, disbelief was shown there.
As yours turned away, in a solemn lonely stare.

I felt the painful rip of broken, shattered dreams.
And unlike the fairy tale ending I have no Prince it seems.
So now I stand alone a hollow empty shell.
One that seeks a lover to save her from this Hell.

I ask only for someone, to take away the pain.
A person to repair this heart that lies wounded, sad and slain.
Both a lover and a friend is all I wish to hold.
To be my lover’s temple of fine mosaic gold.

I wish to offer up to him, a place of great delight.
And show him I am worthy to be taken and held tight.
To give him something special, a part for him to see.
As he holds me close, he’d burn inside for me.

I would always be there, to hold him if he cried.
To offer up a kiss, for tears he can not hide.
With tender, loving touches, of passion and romance.
Never would he wonder, with whom he shared a dance.

I leave now with these words, spoken from my heart.
In search for a friend, to bring about this start.
A temple here awaits, for that special one indeed.
Now I only ask, when will he succeed?