Please?
 

David Arcella, Undergraduate engineering student at the University of Southern California


I sit and stare with only one care
Sitting and waiting, my heart palpitating
The clock ticks away destroying my day
Hour after hour, my feelings grow sour
I would call her back, but the courage I lack
Why won't she call; is her heart really that small
I feel thrown aside, I just want to hide
As the night sets in, she twists the knife deeper within
I sit with a frown, as the tears stream down
As I climb into bed, I say softly in my head
Maybe tomorrow's my day