The waiting is consuming,
It's a constant ticking clock,
Every second lasts an hour,
All else has been forgot.
The phone is at my fingertips,
The checking never stops,
But the light remains unblinking,
Keeping silent in its thoughts.
The longing grows unthinkable,
It's a pounding in the heart,
The butterflies are frantic
All hope is nearly lost.
I'm sitting on the edge of time,
It's racing slowly fast,
Waiting for just one small word,
Abandonment of any costs.
But it's unlikely that the wait,
Will bring the sweet hello,
The simple sound I'm waiting for,
For you to just say so.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
The waiting is consuming,
It's a constant ticking clock,
Every second lasts an hour,
All else has been forgot.
The phone is at my fingertips,
The checking never stops,
But the light remains unblinking,
Keeping silent in its thoughts.
The longing grows unthinkable,
It's a pounding in the heart,
The butterflies are frantic
All hope is nearly lost.
I'm sitting on the edge of time,
It's racing slowly fast,
Waiting for just one small word,
Abandonment of any costs.
But it's unlikely that the wait,
Will bring the sweet hello,
The simple sound I'm waiting for,
For you to just say so.