waiting for maybe

waiting for maybe

I am the blackbird that roams through your fields
picking at seeds you have sown
desperately reckless
lonely and restless
tired of waiting for maybe

there is no sure thing
only a something
I want an everything
but I end up settling for less

it’s been a year since you’ve seen my sad face
and oh how I’ve withered and grown
desperate to wreck this
lonely at respite
tired of waiting for maybe

 

Copyright © 2012 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved

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About cjchaffin

Wordsmithing is my passion. I eat, sleep, and breathe words and phrases, only to regurgitate them and pray that they are better off than when I first ingested them.
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