I am putting it all on hold.
The love.
The happiness...
and all that mess.
I won't smile,
till this comes
and that goes.
I won't laugh
until this day
and that day.
I am putting it all on hold.
The love.
The happiness...
and all that mess.
I won't write that
book till
there is someone
to read it,
or sing that song,
till there is someone
to hear it.
I won't cut my hair
till there is someone
to compliment it.
I won't wear that
dress until there
is somewhere to
go in it.
I am putting it all on hold.
The love.
The happiness...
and all that mess.
I won't hug him
until he hugs me.
I won't kiss him
until he kisses me.
I won't love him
until he loves me.
I won't be happy,
until happiness
comes.
I won't be free
until freedom
shines through.
not a single thing
I'll do...
I am putting it all on hold.
The love.
The happiness...
and all that mess.
I'll just let time waste
away,
and put things aside
for another day.
And I won't speak
till there is something
to say.
Because
I am putting it all on hold.
The love.
The happiness...
and all that mess.
Until I'm dead.
Tina Sena
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sin-7/
