The Crimea

3/14/2009 6:53:59 AM

Shaking the whole time, that I had lost her, and when I came home, and she was still lost, there was nothing left, but I still wait, and one night I waited outside all night, but you never came back, so I waited again, and I waited again but you never returned, and I waited all year, and I shall not be moved, and I waited for the sun like a midwinter dawn,

and I saw your face on a milk carton
and you looked real young,
like you'd never hurt anyone, I waited through the storm,, and i waited through the fire
and i waited like a handprint, waited like a stone, Waited like a cactus, waited like a broken home
Waited on a high, just to stay alive

and i'll wait until the crows peck out my eyes,
and the bluebottles swarm
and their children are born,

and ill wait until my bones bleach white in the sun,
and I wait as Santa Anna whistles through my rib cage

Scorpions hide inside my broken elevator,

and I waited outside all night in the rain, but you never came back, so i waited again, and i waited in vain, but if i had the chance i'd wait again