Neath the dark sky I wait,
In the cold winter air.
Here I have sat for many an hour,
Waiting for you.

You promised me you would come,
I know you wouldn’t lie.
So here I shall wait,
Neath the cold dark sky

My lips have turned blue,
I can’t feel my feet,
But a promise is a promise,
And a promise you keep.

‘Tis nearly morning,
And still you’re not here.
I will rest my back against this tree,
And wait a while longer.

The morning is here,
But you are not,
You broke your promise,
You broke my heart.

I hope that one day this way you pass,
For I will be here waiting,
You will soon see,
Just how much you meant to me.

Here is shall sit forever more,
My back against the tree,
I froze to death waiting for you,
While you forgot about me.

by Hanna Collins

Comments (1)

well writen poem, The things we do when someone promices us something. We all sit and wait.