I wait for you, even when I know you are not coming As if I were on a paraniod drug, I watch the window I have never been on this side of the window I have never been so vulnerable Still I do try to close the blinds Though my mind is always watching, always waiting Always hoping your beautiful face will appear Where are you?
The poem captures very nicely this feeling of expectation, hope, lack of patience, uncertainty... It's all about the irrationality of love.
thank you for that beautiful poem. I feel like,in this moment, you have expressed what I am feeling..what I could not express..
It makes me happy the way you express this kind of feeling...I guess it`s like when you cry cuz you`re way to happy... You know you`re weaker than you should be but all you want is to enjoy those moments... Maybe waiting in vain is not always useless...
