Bated Breath
By leahcullen
Bated Breath With bated breath, I sit and wait, Longing for your voice. With bated breath, I sit and stare, Wondering when you’ll come through the door. With bated breath, I sit and cry, Knowing I’ll see you no more. With bated breath, I sit so still, Waiting for my chance to leave. With bated breath, I sit and glare, Wondering why, I am still here. 17-04-2002 Written April 18th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 10:03 PM PST 0 • 10
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