- Erotic Poetry
- Waiting Glass
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Lit candles,
Burning,
Yet left alone to fuel the fire.
I've grown tired,
I still have the concern,
Will there be anyone who will find me,
Notice me,
Love me...
I can't search anymore,
I need to move on with my life,
Thousands over thousands I had crushes,
Just to have one out of many,
Never had one,
At all...
I haven't given up,
I indeed did grow tired,
The window is open,
When will she come,
When will she spark my heart,
One more time...
Bring back all the love I've given out,
Turning them into one,
Asure me that it was worth the wait...
Growing dreams haunt me,
always,
Every soul I see,
My heart asks me,
Is she the one...
I've done the mature over immature,
But was it the wise decision,
I don't know...
I know I've earned this curse,
Wisdom and patience,
Sometimes I wish I wasn't one,
But I'd be lying if I admited,
Something I won't be,
I'm a guy,
Glass half empty indeed,
When will you come to fill me,
Or will I break...
Candles are lit,
My glass holds the fuel,
Will I break,
To live a destruction,
All my life?
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