Wait till it comes to you

the feeling of giving up is in my stomach.
not in life.
not in friends.
not in anything.
the feeling to just sit down on a chair and wait for years to past by.
wait for the special to happen.
wait for for him to finally arrive at my door to say hello..
i know he wont come.
he knows he wont come to me.
everyone knows this.
i sigh a meaningful sigh as i sit in the chair.
waiting for him to come.
taking my chances in life..
i sit-
i sit-
i sit-
i sit---
nothing...
as i look at my watch to see how many hours went by.
its not hours..
months? no
years? no
minutes...
i wait for him to come to me
wait for him to finally arrive at my door to say hello
but-
i know he wont come
he knows he wotn come to me
everyone knows this..
i sigh a meanigful sigh as i sit in my chair.
waiting for him to come.
taking my chances in life.
taking my chances in love
taking my chances of believing.
i sit-
i sit-
i sit-
i sit---
nothing.
but i wait for him.
i want to wait.
he knows i want to wait
they know this.
i wait....
and sit--
wait-
sit-
wait-
sit------