Waiting

• Erin Whiley, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2014

Minutes turn to hours
and I’m waiting at your door
the flowers wilt around me
I can’t wait anymore.
The months turn to years
and I miss you everyday
I'm lost in a maze of fear
and I just can find my way.
years turn to an eternity
well that’s what it feels like
you left me broken to pieces
you switched me off like a light.
but you don’t care,
you never did
I was just your little play toy.
you used me up,
threw me out
you stupid little playboy.