I raise my hand in anticipation
Waiting…waiting…waiting
For my turn to come
Waiting…waiting…waiting
I just might blurt it out
If she doesn’t get to me soon
I read somewhere that you should be able to turn a poem that you write upside down…read it from the bottom up and it still make sense. I’m one who usually likes to build up to a big moment in the end, so I am still pondering this idea.
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