The Wait
All these days I had waited..
With bated breath and without batting an eyelid
All these days I had hoped against hope
For the skies to open and me to elope
I had my wings but they couldn’t take me far
So I prayed and burnt candles at the altar
I might’ve staggered in the silence
Or played along in the stillness
But i did wait –
With bated breath and without batting an eyelid
-
Archives
- May 2014 (1)
- February 2014 (1)
- January 2014 (1)
- November 2013 (1)
- October 2013 (1)
- June 2013 (1)
- May 2013 (1)
- April 2013 (3)
- March 2013 (1)
- February 2013 (1)
- November 2012 (1)
- August 2012 (2)
-
Categories
-
RSS
Entries RSS
Comments RSS