She sits there quietly
almost immortal
ever so patient
for her love to come
sipping her tea
as weak as herself
tasting but sorrow
until her true love comes
losing her hope
she gives up waiting
leaving the cafe
she leaves her true love.
*i wrote this in English at school from a picture. the picture showed a cafe with two tables. a lady holding a cup, the other with a man holding a paper. i created the story of them dreaming and hoping for someone like each other without knowing it. no idea why, English gets quite boring lol*
