The Wait.. Poem by Dislocated Heart

when once full of happiness..
turn into tones of sad, and cold..
flat tone..

I wonder whats on her mind..
my thoughts consist of her..

as if theres nothing left to say..
why do I have an urge to walk away?

fear of this feeling,
its catching up on me..
pins and needles,
I can finally see..

I love her I do..
nothing more I want.. just her.

I'll let this feeling run through my veins..
cuz its you I want.. for that I'll wait.