The Waiting Game

The Waiting Game

A Poem by XxWhatsername86

Strange isn’t it?

How this desire 

seems to swallow us whole.

And it’s not quite a sinking sensation

but a shift in gravity 

that fills my soul.

Something is falling. 

Out of place, or out of time

I spent so many years calling

and kept getting the busy line. 

But somehow, your heart
has continued to thrive.

I’d stand before the flames of love

and let it burn us both alive. 

As long as I know that I’m yours.

And you’re mine. 

My dear, my darling,

please, give it time.

© 2013 XxWhatsername86

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nice imagery. i can almost imagine two characters with this one, speaking of waiting and patience. loved it.

Posted 7 Years Ago

Oooh, I really enjoyed this one. The rhyme is not forced, so that's a plus. Very well done.

Posted 8 Years Ago

I loved the rhyming in the poem :) not much else to say cuz i really like it ^-^

Posted 8 Years Ago

awesome! great write first review in 2013

Posted 8 Years Ago


8 Years Ago

Why thank you very much!! Oh and Happy New Year! :)

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Added on January 1, 2013
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