Tick tock,
A little longer
Wondering, waiting;
longing for the melody of your text.
Why do I linger?
My value does not diminish when you do not call,
but it's does.
It's deep,
It's gut,
It's soul,
It's wrenching.
It squeezes my veins until they split;
unleashing a slurry of sad from my spirit.
But I will sit calmly. As I wait for your never call.
And someday, You won't remember me at all.
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Author:
Rosalind (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 23rd, 2020 18:17
- Comment from author about the poem: I have a habit of falling in love too quickly. I will obsess and wait for messages and texts to reaffirm their feelings for me. I will let my guard down and let the other in to my soul and I become an open book. And when they leave abruptly, they take a piece of my soul with them. But they will never know how it affected me and probably forget about me long before I do them.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
I feel the gut wrench of love unrequited in this piece. With the taunting that ensues in the waiting that may never bring ones desired fulfillment.
Thankyou so much 🙂
The path of love can be strange but one day the person for you will come into your life and your calls will be answered as your love for each other goes on forever.
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