You're biting at my back again
Drilling on my mind again
And you wonder why my hand feels dead
You wonder why I now see red
You never call or text me here
You'd hate to kick things up a gear
Yet all I want is the sign
That this time really you'll be mine
You wonder why I fill my mind
With puerile nonsense, infantile
Truth is I'd rather be distracted
Than dwell on how you interacted
Why is it that I can't cope
Why is it that you have to go
Why is it that we're on the phone
And to your voice I can't say no
And if I'm turning into her
It should be me that you prefer
And so I dream, so I pretend
That soon the waiting game will end.
I wonder if I'll lose the fight
And as I sleep I dream at night:
You're whispering right in my ear
And turning, go to wipe my tears
And kiss me.
Comments
MistakenMagic | February 1, 2010 - 21:32
Love the last stanza and the final line! Beautiful poem ;)
Magic xxx
ankari | February 1, 2010 - 21:39
thank you Magic! The final line wasn't planned but the whole poem seemed to flow into it. :)
ankari xxx
sabzwin | February 15, 2010 - 11:39
-_-
ankari | February 15, 2010 - 21:32
-_- meaning?
ankari x
sabzwin | February 15, 2010 - 22:45
Inmy opinion, this will probs get a cherry. I know how you are feeling right now Ankari, I was there not so long ago.
Sabzwin xx
sabzwin | February 15, 2010 - 22:46
"And if I'm turning into her
It should be me that you prefer
And so I dream, so I pretend
That soon the waiting game will end."
Gives it away really. Brilliant poem by the way ;)
x