Quarter pass eight, still I wait. Will she show up for the date. Reaffirmed passion and desire. Maybe dinner, for two by the fire. So much planned so much to do. For this night to be special, for me and you. Quarter till Nine, still I wait. I keep think how long, she is late. Waiting and wishing for the delayed knock. I wait any longer the door will be locked. Hope and love is the emotions I feel. She is really special, my stomach is ill. Quarter pass Nine, it's a no show. As I turn off the lights, there is no glow. Maybe another night, I keeping telling myself. But pain in my heart is all I felt. Keep your head high, for there's always tommorrow. But for tonight, all I am feeling is sorrow.Birth sign: Taurus
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