| Pomegranate Words |
waiting by Kelsey Balling, 16, Troy, Michigan I stand here In the tall and thick Grass outside of Your front door Tall to my knees Thick like your hair I'm waiting for you To see a sliver of me Through the oh-so-typical Vertical blinds of your Window Images of my eyes skimper On the outskirts of your Conscious mind I'm waiting, waiting, waiting Through storms torrential enough To rip the dead skin from My bare body Through winds harsh enough To stop my breath Waiting for you |