the Woman Who Waits
She perches on your bed as you sleep,
Sits beside you as you drive to work,.
And holds you hand as you cross the street.
You can't see her, but you know she's there.
You feel her soft breath like fingers on your neck,
And know she's waiting. Waiting.,
She wants you. The affection is not mutual.
She sighs each time you slip from her grasp,
But patient, she knows you will be hers, in time.
A dark beauty, some have found her seductive,
And were charmed by her promises of peace.
But you don't believe her, and fear that calm.
,
The cold white stones,
Markers of her past lovers,
Chill your heart, and you wish to elude her.
You can hide from her for a while,
Hope that she forgets about you, but she won't..
She gets what she wants. By waiting..
-srw .
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