It’s ten o’clock and you still haven’t called
I sit here wondering what went wrong
Did I call you too often?
Did I give too much love?
Am I annoying, or had you just had enough?
These things are all spinning in my head
Anxiety is one of my faults,
We all have our problems, our quirks, and our sores
I know I have mine, and I’ve seen all of yours.
But I don’t think you forgave, me for all mine
This reason for life, my reason to live
Is dwindling with every false smile that you give
I can see you’re not feeling it, there’s no love in there
I hope you’re just hiding it, too tired to care.
But either way it is painful
Either way I am scared
It’s going on twelve o’clock
And I finally gave in.
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crappy piece, but make of it what you will... comments will be returned.
Written April 19th, 2005
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I can't express how much I relate to this poem. Apart from that, I like the style of your writing. I like the way the tension builts through the poem and poofs in the end with a drop of melancholy...
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