Wilting

Wait for a word to fall from someone else's lips, now.

Wait for your name to be called when they've all given in.

Wait for a reason to lift up your head, and take back what you said.

You didn't mean it, but you'll never tell.

Watch for a wind to blow everyone's houses down.

Call the witch to come strike what you love to the ground.

Hope for a reason to wander off to somewhere new.

You didn't mean it, but you'll never tell.

Walk the streets still waiting for you, parting their lips to engulf you in.

Walk the streets, don't think of me, don't let yourself be anything but cold.

You're growing old now...

Take care of you now, or, who else will?

Tire of the abuses.

Let no light back in.

Seek out stronger excuses.

Swear off taller men.

Wilt away at any day that beckons you to bloom.

Flee from your fears and sign up where there's room.

Take up your time

wait in line

and walk it till you die.

You can say you didn't mean it,

but you know you'll never tell.