Waiting
by Christy
A sense of solace captures my soul.
Blanketing my already melancholy thoughts.
Hidden beneath sweet smiles.
Seen by the last glimpse of happy memories in my eyes.
I am lost
...waiting!
Apart with lonely arms, an aching heart.
Evening creates a fresh mood.
A missed playfulness.
Dreaming of being full with love, by flesh and breath.
I am lost
...waiting!
Christy
3-8-10
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