Dec 24, 2005 17:46
my mom has left again
on christmas eve
so I shall sit and wait for her car to pull up
Roses That Wait
They sit on the table
awaiting their performance time
They wait for her to arrive
To show her what he means
They don't have much time
and they wish she would just come home
The anticipation is mourning them
And so they wilt
Still on the table
Still awaiting their performance time
tell me she's coming back