I stood there
And waited for you
To catch up to me
As we ran the streets.
And I stood there
And waited for you
To stand back up
When you fell.
So it made perfect sense
To stand waiting for you
To finally see me
In a brand new light
Instead of a friend,
Just one of the guys.
Then I stood
And I waited some more,
Waited for you
To finally open the door
So that I could step in,
Take the spot
That was rightfully mine,
Holding your heart,
You holding mine.
So I stood and I waited
Each and every night
For my life
To hold true to your words.
But now I realize
That that was my life-
Waiting for you
To make up your mind.
Well, now I can't wait.
I've got my own life
And I can't wait for you
To choose yours.
So no more waiting
For that little boy
To become the man
We were all waiting for.
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~