I had thought that my dreams would soon be reality one day.
But were they?
No.
Me impatiently waiting here...
For someone to come and rescue me,
Who would treat me with respect,
And be faithful,
and love me.
But what was the use?
I wish that I'd have another to love...
And to care for...
Someone to call my own.
But why?
So I'm still here sitting impatiently...
Hoping for a miracle,
Waiting...
With HIM.
Nicely stroppy and hopeless - I can really see the woman feeling/thinking like that. She seems totally resigned to an imperfect fate, and you capture that well.
ReplyDeleteI wonder what you reckon is going on in HIS mind though?
yh ur right sir probably "why am i stuck here with this old bag" lol hahahahahahahahaha
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