waiting

not sure what this is....it was late and im sure tequila was involved somehow.....

a thorn in my side and thoughts, waiting has become a memory burned into the deepest recesses of my frail mind...time always comes you say but little do you know, how quickly it can go....so fragile, spoken softly on the whisper of a dream....grasped too tightly or never at all and again youll never see....with a flaming hot iron youve branded me, so i guess ill just lie here....waiting.