Waiting For a Friend

One night, I was at a friend of mine's house. However, he was not there. So, while I was waiting, I subsequently wrote this poem.

Waiting for a friend

One who's ever elusive

He said at ten

But I don't know when

It's turned to a night

Just like the others

One of being free

and writing poetry

I sit in his room

A small, comfy nook

Play Cash on his guitar

and sing about a car

I think about that girl

The one I've longed for 

But realize that she

Won't be comin for me

The food is okay

The soda's a bit flat

But nothing I feel

That's really a big deal

Now in solitude

Voices tell me things

New things that I find

As I am watching my mind

Waiting for a friend

Who is sure to take his time

So I believe I won't be rude

and stop eating his food

Reviews

[Treasaigh (The Solitar..]

Amusing write! With a bit of a catchy rhyme, not bad! :)

[lovejulez03]

Hmm.. this is simple and clever! Enjoyable read and it's great that you have such creativity and expression during such a subtle time of just waiting for someone. Well done :)