Waiting---Alliteration
Wistfully waiting and watching
at the window, wishing and
wondering. Will all this
wanting be wasted?
The evening embraces my
empty arms, and eventually
the essence of exquisite
pain exudes from my eyes..
Our fabric of our future
is faded , the feature of
my fantasy was fabricated
from a fevered fight for
a fresh start..
Oh, be gone you beast, bewitch
another...I, a bystander now,
bequeath this boulevard of
bones, to a better belle
than I..
For the Alliteration contest
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013
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