Longing the Wait
when it's quiet my heart breaks a little more inside.
waiting is what u did for me, and I understand the suffer.
I remain mesmerized in my garden of your roses - slow dancing to the rhythm of your heart.
when the wind goes your shadow may or may not be here with me,
and when that happens, my time is overdue for the moment of longing.
> what you're seeing, could probably be an illusion. but in the end spring will come someday.<
so comes the wait for longing.