The Wait, It Wilts Me In Corners by Jessica Ni Leacai

If you called me there, to that place,
I would wait

Matter it not your face, your name,
I would wait

In the corner, here, longing,
I would wait

In craving desires, for want of love,
I would wait

But how the joy demands, my lies,
In my waiting

How the scars, they form no tissue,
In my waiting

And how this flower, it wilts in torment,
In this waiting


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About jessienileacai

Irish speaker and artist. I love music, art, languages,literature, history, travel, photography, and comedy. I love Ireland, my heritage, the old ways and the beauty and people of this small island and its surrounding tiny islands
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