Tears have rolled down her face for months
She believes she is all alone with no one to hold,
She is letting the bad thoughts take over her mind,
She wants a love to call her own,
And to share her secrets with...
No one knows why she still holds on
It has been six months and it still hurts
Yet...
There is finally another that she wants,
But she is not sure if she wants she her.
As the tears still roll down her face
She thinks about what could be or what could not be...
Alone in this room she wishes she could hold her in her arms
And love her as her own, but still is not sure if she wants her.
She waits the day to the hour
To find out is she feels the same way for her...
Still waiting...still waiting...still waiting...
