Waiting

A Poem by Blue

Don't really know what to call this, so I called it a poem. Its about a guy going insane waiting for a reply from the woman he loves.

Waiting, waiting, always waiting. Does she love me, does she hate me? I suppose she must detest me, for forcing me to suffer so. Mayhaps she sees me as she sees an insect, disgusting, pitiful things, so easy to torment, yet so much fun. Perhaps she might think me mad, for chasing her as I do. Perhaps she is afraid to reply, for fear that I might destroy. Either way, it pains me so, to have a flower such as her, yet unable to know, if she loves me so. Will she ever reply, towards my pleas, or will she allow me, to wait for an eternity?