A/N: im bored. Il rite a poem. Ok its about serena, about her being stood up by Stanton. I thinks its cuz hes 2 busy making out with another daughter. But idn.Yea. Here it goes.
Sitting on the park bench,
Watching the sea of endless clouds,
Drift by.
I wait for him,
To come and find me,
At this haven,
I have created.
It's been 10 minutes,
I begin to doubt,
That he'll ever come.
But I still have faith,
He'll come,
For me.
He always has,
Why would he desert me,
Right here,
Right now?
Does he have something against me?
Did I do something wrong,
Maybe something came up,
Maybe he's just...
Running late,
Yes!
Running late.
A dog runs by,
In the field,
In front of me,
He's catching a ball.
Is that what I'm doing right now?
Am I waiting for him,
To throw me a ball.
No. It can't be.
He wouldn't ever.
Yet perhaps,
Today he has made,
An exception,
To decide to bend the rules.
Go out for a joy ride,
With some other girl.
I wonder if it has finally happened,
If he finally gave up,
Decided I'm not good enough,
I'm just a daughter,
I must be destroyed.
Has the atrox found out?
Has he taken away his immortality?
Do I wait here for something hopeless?
I am.
A/N: is it 2 short? Pleez let me no. cuz I hav a feeling that this'll need an xtenstion. I think I mite do a book of poems about this. U no switch views. Like a poem about y Stanton was running l8. idn. We'll c. pleez read n review!