Why

A Poem by Kris Tate

Why do I wait?
He says he will do all...

This is my Fate.
Spending time in this free fall...

Sitting, hoping, waiting.
Never to hear the call...

All this thinking.
And all he does is stall...

I want to be happy.
I hoped he would be...

One to make me sappy.
Does he still have the key?

Only time will tell.
So I sit and sip my tea.

© 2008 Kris Tate

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Added on March 23, 2008
Last Updated on April 12, 2008

Author

Kris Tate

Humble, TX

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