I've been sitting here
Watching the days go by
Everything has come and gone
Yet you still haven't arrived.

This heart mends its own wounds.
Done by me, him, not you.
This heart yearns to stop hurting
And feel your love, soft and true.

Many a times I have been deceived
By the people I have seen
Thinking its you, I spread my wings
Only to be shot and left bleeding.

Now, after long I have wait
I think I see you near me
This heart speaks a foreign language
That makes my heart feel at peace.

Come to me, for I see you looking
Turn here, for I am around the corner
Talk to me for I see you smiling
Love me for my wait is over.

(Dedicated to the person who has captured my heart in school.)