my poem
my poem-WAITING FOR A CHANCE:
I feel like just walking out in the middle of a busy street in the dark wearing all black.
Laying down hoping for the light to turn green on all sides.
Waiting for the sign to say go.
Waiting for the world to move on.
Waiting for the one to step out and take my hand.
Waiting for the chance to start again.
Waiting for the time to speed.
Waiting for the one to be there by my side.
Waiting for a chance to keep moving forward.
The chance to hav a new beginning.
The chance to love what was never there.
The chance to be perfict in everyone's eyes.
The time for being right and the time for going on and never looking back.
--Jessi Schuessler
