I stay up and I wait
For the phone call you promised me at eight
But I look at the clock and it’s getting late
I sit patiently
Knowing your not thinking of me
And I know that there’s people that want to stand
Where you don’t want to be
And there’s no other way to help you see
Nothing else more I can be for you
Don’t know what else I could possibly do
I try
I fight to smile
When I really want to cry
I stay
Even when my thoughts say walk away
Now I sleep
And won’t be there to answer your call when you’re ready
I rest
No longer trying my best
I’m done
Its 2 minutes past one
'two' past 'one'...well, waiting is that much hurting...good revelation...thanks...10
these words from your lovely heart depicting sweetbitter waiting for..... beautiful dear! 10+
yearning for frendship.so well expressed as i feel miserable. voted10 surya
The longing is very miserable I can understand your agony Shilesha.Nice writes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And won’t be there to answer your call when you’re ready I rest No longer trying my best I’m done Its 2 minutes past one....still it hasn't come. that is intense love... very good depction and i love it dear most.....10 read mine all strains stop...dead nights.. foot steps...