I wait and wait at the window for you to come.
My breath makes a stain.
It fogs up the window as I wait and wait and wait. I get bored from waiting and tumble down to the ground. Alas, I wait for hours and then I stop waiting.
Then I realize that you’re coming next week.
My breath makes a stain.
It fogs up the window as I wait and wait and wait. I get bored from waiting and tumble down to the ground. Alas, I wait for hours and then I stop waiting.
Then I realize that you’re coming next week.