Comments, whatever: Ever fallen for someone underage? But then, it's ALWAYS up to the reader to decide what a poem is about. -shrugs- This is just my guess on the poem's subject. AaaandI only wrote it to test my new keyboard...

Hours Waited-

Wait an hour by the phone without hearing a ring,
You call his house once but are greeted by an answering machine,
I'd say I find you pathetic, princess, but then again even now I remember,
What it means to be sixteen.

You're spending more time sitting there,
It's midnight, the lamp is lit but it's dim and even though the sight is before you,
You just can't seem to see,
Even when you know your eyes are open.

"This cage is far too small" you whisper to the night,
And the hours waited in the darkness for a two second call are hazy,
I'd say you need a life but it's so ironic, princess, because,
Look at me.

What could I do to take away the hours waited by the phone,
And the tears cried at the early hours of the morning,
You realize now he's not going to call,
"What did I do wrong?!"

I see you here early morning, you stop by to tell me you quit,
Flower girl, what can I do to make it better,
I'd tell you you're crazy to leave over this, princess,
But then I'd do the same.

You say, "I promise to visit you, even as my boss you're a friend"
But of course I know you won't,
I sigh at the way you were hurt and I want to dry your tears,
Tell me what I can do, princess, to take away your fears.

"I didn't care much for him," you say,
Even though we both know the truth,
You step out of the shop and turn to wave at me,
And I wish there was something I could do, princess...

...to forget all the hours I waited for you.