Pink hands interlacing as they lean to the right, as if to contemplate on a matter. Their nails are painted neon green.

Like a child

Posted on by buildpoetry

I feel like a child

Waiting and waiting and waiting.

Any longer, and I think I’d look like a fool.

How strange I could be so patient?

When you didn’t even ask me to wait,

Occasionally dangling a bait.

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