Timing

Timing

A Poem by nevershoutnever.

I'm sitting on my doorstep,

phone rests on my lap.

Got denim shorts

going all up my a*s,

You're favorite green t-shirt,

the one with the broken glass,

too,

not to mention,

Tay Swift's total fancy do.

It's one a.m. here

and I just wait and wait,

wait for hours for

a call that doesn't go through,

an email that doesn't get sent,

a letter that is always written

but never bothered to have

been sealed up and read.

Minutes drag time on and on.

Hours felt like days and days.

The days I heard not slowly

began to pass me by.

Then the time came

for me to say goodbye,

"I used to like you."

"Well, what changed then?" You started off

to say.

I nod my head then walk away,

whispering, "You were changing day by day,"

with the little bit left of me,

who's wishing you were mine.

I know now, 

the limit on time is up.

It's kills me to say this,

but,

It's time for me to go.

I pick up my bag and

let you know

that I'm leaving you.

I turn around and

push passed the door.

When my digital watch beeps,

pleading for more.

© 2011 nevershoutnever.


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I started to write a big paragraph about my life, but who would read it? Emma: thirteen; unable to make decisions; curious; fidgety; OCD - maybe; loving; too caring; kind-heart; humorous; bubbly; t.. more..

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