The Empty RoomA Poem by TaylorSitting here waiting for you. Looking out side my window pane. Wondering when you wil come. Looking at the raindrops going down the drain.
I waited for ever in one place. Hoping you would come save me from this empty room. Hoping...crying...waiting.
Forever isn't that long, I guess you just forgot the beautiful yard with the empty room. The empty room filled with a cot.
The walls are drawn on, painted of your face. Had to use blood, since i had no paint.
Some Reason i live, waiting in the empty room, filled pictures of you, and this sad tune...
© 2008 TaylorAuthor's Note
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Added on July 17, 2008 |