Not That Type

I do want to avoid this

I’m not the waiting type

I get what I want

I’m spoiled rotten

But impatience keeps making me

Pay the price

So now I’m over here

Forcing myself to focus

So I don’t become that good wife

Sitting around waiting

Like maybe he’ll come home

Just To feel this all over again

I’d rather be

in the back seat for this one

But I won’t

Call me Captain or something

I’m taking the wheel on this one

-Saschia

The Dance

The walls dance around me

The floors present and safe

Until there’s a gap

Between the floor and my feet

The tea is ready

the carpets are slapped clean

Let me see

Let me see

Ah, the walls waltz a waltz I know

Shall we dance

The walls shift and play

And I scream with delight

And laugh when I’m pulled in too close

When the music fades

I just know I’ll remember how much I’ve always loved to dance

-Saschia