My hands were twitching,
As I held my phone up to my face.
I was idle, there was something I was waiting,
My heart was at race.
Minutes came and went,
My message was already sent.
Yet not a beep nor a sound,
Could be heard nor be found.
I waited for an hour,
But my inbox was still the same.
If only I had the power,
Yet your reply never came.
Maybe you're busy texting another,
I can sense that you're happy with her,
How I wish it was us who's happy together.
I wonder why it's hard for you to send even just a simple hi,
That little gesture would surely make me smile.
I knew that my chance was thin but it still existed,
You never replied back,
I was lovingly frustrated.
My hands grew weak,
My eyes were no more to speak,
Speak on the language that it knows,
Words that only me and my heart shows.
As I drifted to sleep,
Your face was my last memory.
I just wish that I could keep,
My own written fantasy of our story.
For ot even a text could I earn,
Life's too hard for me to learn.
As I close my eyes,
There was one thing I wanted.
Your text would show that you sacrificed,
From then on my life would glow,
I would be enchanted.
Reared from the dreams that I drew,
You were forever a fantasy,
I always knew.
How I pray for my wish to be granted,
To have you,
That's all I ever wanted.
Drifting to dreamland,
You were again mine,
But fate still wakes me up every morning,
How I wish I had more time.
You were all I wanted,
But I never got my wish granted.
(12/25/14 9:15 pm)
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Never Sent (Completed)
PoetryIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
