I was waiting at his doorstep,

Everyday for the past five years,

I was waiting for a simple let in,

And everyone was let in but me,

He took every chance out but me,

Nothing I did made him see,

His perfect match waiting before.

And when I got a seat on porch,

I was delighted than holy birth,

But then he broke that chair ,

Because he was afraid to break laws.

Even then I waited at the gate,

And then I was called a mistake,

And when I left to the bench by side,

And He seeks the girl at his door,

He now sees his wants and needs,

Something only she can revere,

He now seeks her in all the girls,

But still can't he find me from thee,

Oh! I changed beyond reckon,

No one is me,maybe he still don't realize.

But in the bench I wait my soul,

Changed all but my love.

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Quote:

  "Man may have discovered fire, but women discovered how to play with it."  -Candace Bushnell, Sex and The City.

Written in memory of a lost paradise.

~Chaahat