Literature
The one im waiting for
Night time is coming, once more I wait
once again I sit down in and wait for him
I look out the window and see darkness cover the sky
Another day has come to an end.
In my lonely room I wait
every night I call him but,
he doesn't come, every night
my body, my soul called to him
to come and embraces me.
Every day that comes to an end
my soul long for his arrival.
Every minute fells like an hour
every hour feels like a day
I can't take it any more
my body ache, my soul cry and
my eye bleed for him. Until, until...
he finally came.
In that moment, time came to a stop
The darkness and coldness of the night
cover my room, My b