I’ll still be waiting
You told me to wait, On that faithful day. That I should not weep, As they take you away.
You told me to wait, In this place that I stand. With tears in my eyes, Women come from across the land.
As the tide comes in, I look at my face. Inside the swirling water, Is a cross in its place.
Women crowd around me, And put their hands on my dress. I don’t know if they can hear me, When I shout in distress.
I thought I heard, Your voice in the wind. But it was only a bird, That I heard sing.
The flower in my hand, Withered and died. It showed how much you loved me, That’s what you said.
I see your ship now, My heart skips a beat. I see you walk out of the ship, And weep at my feet.
“Why?!” You screamed. You stood up and looked at my face, Tears streamed down, your thinned out appearance.
I swear I could cry, But the tears wouldn’t come. All I did was look away, I thought you loved me. As I blinked my teary eyes, I noticed something, as I looked up at the sky. The sun no longer, warmed my skin, It almost went right through me.
I looked at my hand, in disbelief, It was transparent. It was not relief, That was apparent.
I looked down, And in dismay. I noticed the cold hard ground, and upon it, A cross that said it was where I lay.
CoNtAgIoUs_PsYcHo · Fri Jul 14, 2006 @ 09:05pm · 0 Comments |