8/12/12

Some hate to wait for things to happen ,
That night seems never to come.

For the lover who's yet to discover someone .
A bridge will collapse .
A voice it fails to call .
Seeds they flower .

Its always hurry up then chase
For gentle hands upon the cheek then rush
To feel, to touch , to kiss .

Mind-shape trials they form their ways , doubtful years
Are traveled over and over again
Within a clumsy night .

Some hate to wait for things to happen,
That night seems never to come .