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Waiting.

//photo by moi//
I'm waiting for you.
I'm waiting for her.
I'm waiting for him.
Why do I wait?

I'm waiting for time to pass.
I'm waiting for weather to change.
I'm waiting for things to happen.
My question hangs in the air.

I'm waiting for the world to change.
I'm waiting for people to change.
I'm waiting for the past to change.
Then it drops, slowly rising with the sounds of people whispering and wondering.

I am waiting for love to find me.
I am waiting for relationships to form.
I am waiting to speak up for myself.
My question is never answered.

How long will I wait?
How long until I give up?
How long until I am rewarded?
I leave to find the answer. I am taking action instead of waiting.

I've waited long enough.
It is time to do, time to get up and search.

don't keep waiting || laugh at the inside jokes you share

Thank you for reading.


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  1. Kenzie4.5.13

    It's like you took the words right out of my mouth.

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  2. Unknown4.5.13

    That's so beautiful. Rose, you inspire me!

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    1. Rosie5.5.13

      Aww, really? I'm so glad. :)

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  3. Kathryn4.5.13

    This is so beautiful ♥ love.

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  4. Priya6.5.13

    This is so beautiful. It is CRAZY how amazing you are. :P This post reminded me how I wait so long, and I really just need to do something.

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    1. Rosie7.5.13

      Aww shucks. :D Thank you Priya.

      You're too sweet. <3

      -Rose

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    2. Priya7.5.13

      No, thank YOU, Rose. :)

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