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I sit and wait for the phone to ring just once to let me know you at least care,
Ive waited for hours now with no sign of salvation in site tears of frustration start to build no matter how I try to hold them back one by one they start to slid down in a never ending pattern.
I gave it my all just to reach out to you but instead I got a cold slap in the face instead, my thoughts roll through my head like some sort of film as I remember the times when your touch was loving your words thoughtful and kind your eyes held so much care that it was hard to believe at times.
Yet here we are in a ditch and I don't know how to get us out I feel like were falling apart and the harder I try to catch you the more I make mistakes and am pushed away. My emotions are rambling back in forth I feel like I'm on my last stand and I don't know how much more I can take, I feel the one to be the blame but why is it me. what have Ive done so bad but gave up my fears for you and now look at me I look like a fool just sitting and waiting for your call. Its best maybe that I just give up and watch from above as we fall, and then.
With a jump the phone rings and I thought my heart would explode it was you I knew I knew it to be you were the one calling me, my hands shaking my heart beat racing I unsteadily answer the phone just to let out a cry of frustration as that person to call I found wasn't you. I lay back down and turn in my pillow and let out a sadden scream I'm so sick of this waiting so tired of this pain I wonder just for what do I have to do for it to end. I close my eyes in hope of sleeping and maybe to just be numb I winch as I feel my heart crumble to the floor and my hopes wither as well, what I fool I was to wait like some love sick puppy for you and as I close my eyes the film begins to die and burn away taking a long the best memories I have of the only time Ive ever been happy in my whole entire life.
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Title:
Waiting
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Artist:
Freedom_In_Pain
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Description:
This poem was written at the spare of the moment and expressed how I felt in that moment, its not great but its my feelings to the core.
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Date:
10/04/2008
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Tags:
waiting
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