She waitsA Poem by marlayesterday
She waits
She waited dressed and ready, hoping he would come, needy expectation, her heart a pounding drum. She primmed and proppered, fixed and fancied, every hair placed just so. When will he meet her, if he will meet her, that she did not know. Make ready, make ready was what her heart had said, and rejoice it did greatly at the way that it was led. Ticking clock and chiming hour passed with eternity. Until she heard rock strike window oh my, could it really be? Running to the window, Not a care for how it looked, because upon this lovely man her soul was firmly hooked. She looked and longed and searched for him in that blackest dark. She saw neither sign nor trace of him, not the faintest little mark. Her eyes began to water, holding back the tears. She would never understand it, no, not in all her years.
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8 Reviews Added on August 19, 2012 Last Updated on August 19, 2012 AuthormarlayesterdayLAAboutI write, that's all there is to it. I enjoy experiencing life. My thoughts are stories. I read, I cannot bear an ill written book. My favorite authors are Jane Austen, Stephen King, Francine Riv.. more..Writing
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