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Waiting For Snow

Tonight it was going to snow
I force myself to stay awake until it does
I sit by the window and stare outside 
Looking closely in order not to miss the snow fall 
So far no snow
Only rain, only more rain
And disappointment 
It’s 3 am 
I go back to bed
Only to jump out instantly and look out the window again 
No snow still 
I go back to my bed disappointed yet again 
I do this until I become too tired to do it again 
I lie on my back 
Slowly drifting into slumber 
With the hope, that morning will be white and magical
When I wake up 
The first thing I do is go to the window to see what I waited for all night, 
To see what I missed all night.









Alas, no snow. 
T'was a false alarm 
The kind my heart gave me when I thought it was love,
But it was only nothing.  
Maybe I sat by the window all night to see the snow fall 
Maybe I was waiting for something that my heart wanted 
Like always, I ended up going to bed disappointed 
Not in the snow 
Not in the rain 
Not in the weather
But in myself, because I fell for the things my heart wants 
Yet again 
Time and again 
Oh heart, when will you learn..
The snow only falls when you least expect it to.
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