Wait
Well if it isn't the guy who broke my heart.
If you're reading this, you know who you are.
The funny guy who strums his guitar
And talks about the beautiful stars.
Well if it isn't the boy who bangs his head
Who sometimes wishes he was dead
And gets really angry when seeing red
While sleeping in a woman's bed.
Well if it isn't the man who treats me right.
Where have you been all this time?
It feels like I've waited all my life
To finally find you and call you mine
YOU ARE READING
Sour Lemonade
PoetrySour Lemonade is a collection of poems and thoughts written by Aeryka Frausto to inspire and relate to readers. Aeryka believes that she can help others by her experiences. She's a young and hopeful author and creator. Sour Lemonade is the first of...
