I Was Waiting copyright 1999 by Tracy Marks I was waiting for you. Waiting for you to want me, to invite me     into your citadel, waiting     for you to look at me with drenched eyes, wash me         in your liquid fires. I was waiting for you to feel what I feel, to know what I know, As I battled with the ghouls of long-lost voices that say no and yes but and never and I'm afraid and yes you should be     afraid because love is so very very very dangerous and     one should never Risk again. But while I was waiting I heard music that my own hands      were playing and notes that my own voice was singing And I felt the fire within me and the water within me And when I surfaced from the water I breathed deeply and the air          was fresh, And when I sat out in the sun and the golden light caressed my face I knew who I was and why and that I mattered, and I did not need          you to come to me. And now you come. But my offer has expired, the merchandise is too dear to sell         for so low a price, and I Am no longer waiting.

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