She Waited for Nothing...

She spent her year in awkward waiting
For the time she loved creating
Sunny days and moonfilled nights
And a lovely view of ocean lights

Friends and pals beyond compare
Fun and games; never despair
Nothing to do but just hang out
That was what it was about

Love would be the find at last
She waved the problems of the past
He would call and shed be there
Showing off her charming flair

Nothing changed; thats what she knew
The place where everyone was true
And yet the time she waited on
Arrived and was in essence, gone

The sun was not as warm and clean
The people seemed a little mean
And every night and sunfilled day
Was slowly taken fast away

Every freedom she had had
Was made another lonely fad
And every love she sought to find
Was lost to her and swept behind

Everything that she endured
To reach this point of allassured
Had come around to haunt the sweet
That all this time she lived to meet

Fitting in was formed again
And she could not refind her friend
The year before she was the star
Now shed fallen long and far

No one came to talk or jest
And no one found her jokes the best
She was lost in what she sure
Waited all the year to cure

What had happened to it all
Everything was sad and small
Even the team shed come to know
Refused to work and play and grow

Gossip was the coolest thing
And swimming now a worthless fling
Everything from school she fought
Was to this special place brought

Perfect image seemed everywhere
And she could not at all compare
Tiny waists and perfect eyes
She bought herself a new disguise

Her fun ideas that stopped a crowd
Were lost in speech and not as loud
Her individual state of mind
Was the thing she could not find

Even the one she hoped to love
Had left her like a flying dove
He needed more than a wilting rose
And soon a sweeter one arose

Everything shed been dreaming for
Was thrown away outside the door
And every day she had to see
The thing that they had made her be

Something good had to have stayed
And yet the drama rose and played
No one stuck around as much
And not a memory to clutch

The empty air she longed on then
Was suddenly a fickle lend
If ever a prayer preferred
It was to bring Kahkwa back to her

There were no more games or life
And tension cut through like a knife
The best was lost to her dismay
And so was every happy way

Had she really wanted this
A group of fakes and no pure bliss
Because she found that there in store
Was what she had been waiting for