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I can hear my steady breaths Synchronised with the whirring of the fan. My fingers tap the edge of the table in a rhythmic pattern Tap, Tap, Tap,Tapa, Tap, tap. My ears are finely tuned, eager to hear the crack of of the door as it swings open To hear your rapid footsteps as you traipse in to greet me once more. I showed up on time with a handful of flowers and an eager heart. *** 2 hours later *** My palms swear profusely As I pace nervously from one end of the room to another, Tak, tak, taka, tak, tak. The heels of my shoes click repeatedly against the wooden floor As I sit and stand and walk and pace and move and race and STOP. *** 6 hours later *** I wait and wait and wait some more My head is throbbing and my eyes are dull My makeup has come off and my hair is undone. But,my breath is steady again And my fingers are still. I trudge and linger and stall and sigh The door creaks open and I walk out, head held high Memories now forgotten, but my pride is intact and the flowers are rotten.
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Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC
The Wait
I can hear my steady breaths Synchronised with the whirring of the fan. My fingers tap the edge of the table in a rhythmic pattern Tap, Tap, Tap,Tapa, Tap, tap. My ears are finely tuned, eager to hear the crack of of the door as it swings open To hear your rapid footsteps as you traipse in to greet me once more. I showed up on time with a handful of flowers and an eager heart. *** 2 hours later *** My palms swear profusely As I pace nervously from one end of the room to another, Tak, tak, taka, tak, tak. The heels of my shoes click repeatedly against the wooden floor As I sit and stand and walk and pace and move and race and STOP. *** 6 hours later *** I wait and wait and wait some more My head is throbbing and my eyes are dull My makeup has come off and my hair is undone. But,my breath is steady again And my fingers are still. I trudge and linger and stall and sigh The door creaks open and I walk out, head held high Memories now forgotten, but my pride is intact and the flowers are rotten.
#wait#flowers#heart#eagerness#love#independence#selflove
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Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC
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