Something old.

I wait to hear from you, like barren land waits for rain to pour. Its overwhelming at times, but I wait. The reasons for me waiting might change with the passage of time, but I will always wait, because somehow there's a part of me that believes in you even though its been let down, innumerable times. Times that cut my heart up, but I've picked myself up each and every time, because I have to be ready. Ready for whatever time will send my way, hoping that it would send you.