Still Waiting.

The story of My Life is written in poems,
sometimes even in songs and rhythms.
My world is in a form of art,
feelings for My Angel is only love in my heart.

I've painted a picture,
of the things we shared together.
In that picture.. I expressed my emotions,
I also pledge my fullest devotion.

I've tried to look away,
I've tried but it's been many days,
yet I am still waiting,
here in the dark staring at the painting.

Something is telling me to wait,
even though I know it's already late.
I sit here alone and wonder,
how long will it take for you to discover.

It took me a long time to recover,
but the truth is.. I never got over.
If I have to.. I'll wait forever,
for you to save this dying flower.