I'm sitting in my car,
It's well after midnight,
I'm sitting and I'm waiting
For you to come around.
I'm driving on your neighborhood,
It still gives me chill,
Two lefts then one right –
Why does it feels so good?
I'm in front of your apartment,
You rent it, but you
Made it to your home –
I'll wait 'till you're alone.
I'm standing behind your door,
I can't help it anymore,
I hear your voice and see your face –
I slowly tighten my shoelace.
I'm sitting in my car,
The sun shines through the window,
I'm starting the engine,
And the wind blow' in my face.
- Author: anna_noday ( Offline)
- Published: December 21st, 2021 04:12
- Category: Special occasion
- Views: 31
Comments3
This is called stalking LOL We've all done it to some degree or another. Eventually we gain the maturity to realise that when a relationship isn't working we are better off staying away from it completely, whatever the reason it has failed.
Maybe I watched too much Killing Eve and Dexter 😂
Never heard of those two.
poems like this
take me back, to old Great's
like Li Bai
the way they effortlessly, described
themselves doing something
or just, waiting
and made the reader, experience so much more;
its such a unique trait in a writer
a beautiful way of weaving a story,
thanks for choosing to share, dear poet
Thank you for reading it:)
The old tieing the shoelace routine a cop out without the embarrassment. Nicely penned.
Thank you:)
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