Katinka Havermans

(15-09-1967 / The Netherlands)

Waiting


Life consists of waiting
You're waiting for the train
In line at the supermarket
In the waiting room
The word says it all
And no matter how we attempt
To avoid it
You'll have to stay
And wait

There are different kinds of
Waiting
But perhaps the best
Waiting is
Waiting for true love
Or more the outcome
Wait and see
Or would you just never be satisfied
With what you have?
Waiting
Looking at the next true love
Who is not there

Wait!
A minute
Look at yourself
Do not wait
Happiness is still
Not through another
True happiness
Lies within you
Wait and see!

© KH

Submitted: Tuesday, July 02, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 02, 2013

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  • Kelvin Owusu (7/29/2013 5:34:00 AM)

    il go about living my life whiles waiting for true love, it may take what may seem to be forever but well worth the wait once it arrives (Report) Reply

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