Still waiting
Standing in the street, singled
out by the lone streetlamp that shines
an orange hue. The once so vibrant stars
seem so deadened in my eyes, the sparkles
lost in the depths of black. I’m waiting.
My breath turns into icy smoke as I exhale,
but is it because of the cold outside, or the
cold within? I long to be warmed, to rekindle
the flame I have felt before and thaw myself,
so that little flowers bloom in my imprints.
Where are you? When will you hold me again
and melt my heart? I want to bask in your presence.
Do you wish this too? Then come to me, you’ll
find me standing in the street, singled out by
the lone streetlamp. Still waiting.
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| Auteur: Tinne Verbeek | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 december 2004 | ||
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