Waiting For Your Call Poem by Samantha Jenks

Stories told to un-listening ears. No understanding of what’s been given. Information in these lies from times have been deriven. Patience breaking time on the clock, minutes, hours passing ticking. Cool hands outstretched into this cold heart you know. Breath quickens, tightened, a feeling held within. Erupting down, pouring out, eyes soaken, heaven’s rain falls. Beautiful red a color to sting my eyes, it burns. Sincerity in its truth, reality dawns, it’s told. I need you no more than you need me. Carried in your pocket carelessly thrown, discarded, without a moments waste. Back turned not hesitating as you walk away. On feet sunken to my knees turn, whirl, to stare, find what you’ve never seen. In this moment, face saved, waste of beauty, but love disgraced. There’s more than one way to look at this love. In the end, enough, given up, love is more than lust.