The clock turns upon the wall,
My ambition grows, where is your call?
The rage hidden in me begins to show,
My tear cages open beginning to flow.
An hour passes and then two,
What happened to “be there in a few?”
I sit and I ponder for a little bit longer,
As time flew by it became a yawner.
When morning arrives I pop open my eyes,
My coat is still on me and my shoes are still tied.
One missed call my cell does say,
I go ahead and I push play.
“I’m sorry dear, but I have to cancel,”
I swear I hate being such a damsel.
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Megan Rose's Poetry: Book Two
PoetryI hope you all enjoy my poetic writings. This is my 2nd poetry book on here. The first one can be found in this link below: http://www.wattpad.com/story/19509877-megan-rose%27s-poetry -Poet_Megan_Rose
