How long can I wait for you
To see the sun turn grey
Nights running into my days
Waiting for you
Eyes sealed tight
Holding on to a maybe or might
Sending smoke signals hoping you’re alright
Waiting for you
To feel my heart beat cold
Pressure building from all the lies that you’ve told
And I wait
While this evil consumes me
Love can do that to you Sometimes. So many love songs have this theme, so many epic stories as well. Wonderful poem which expresses the agony and frustration. ❤️
Ahhh yes, love can make a person bitter, paranoid and frustrated. Thank you Nigel ❤
These are issues of the heart.
And many a times, I only console myself thus; If God wills, I will.✊🏿
God is my healer, He walked with me many of days. When it comes to matters of the heart its a thin line ❤
You’ll go far, sis. God will never leave you half a mile the journey.✊🏿
I receive that my friend! Thank you ❤
Please, don’t mention.🙏🏿
I am waiting for you out on a dark headland somewhere, just around sunset, and watching as the wind whips the tops off the waves before they shatter themselves on the rocks, only to be reborn as an invisible mist that finds its way into every pore of my skin, whilst the clouds gather above to shelter the moon during her everlasting journey across the heavens.
And so here I stand with time, where we will wait together, forever.
Lovely words Mr. Richmond! 😊 I love writing about waiting and together both have been the focal point of many of my poems. I see you’ve been able to turn waiting into something majestic and beautiful! Well done Mr. Richmond ❤️
I was just having a bit of a stream of consciousness type morning. I haven’t even read it myself, to be honest.
It’s beautiful Mr. Richmond! ❤️
Ahh, the wait… and how often we do. What a great poem, such angst, and dreaded hope for that call…💜
👏Hi Your Plate or Mine. You nailed it, it’s the hope, hope not satisfied is traumatic. I’ve never really recovered 100% from those experiences even though it’s been years since I’ve been that wounded. I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak. Lessons ❤️❤️🩹❤️
I hear you, it is tough, but we endure and I believe are stronger too! The writing does help me, I have many that I have not posted, but you give me such inspiration to share on my blog! 💞💞✨💪🏾
Writing helps, the trauma of past hurts hang-ups, unmet needs and lost relationship are always stuck in me iching to express itself. When I start feeling like it’s time to pick up an old vice, I write. We have this platform so why not 🤷🏽 I’m definitely here for it 🙋🏽I’d love to read some of your poetry. It’s very therapeutic ❤️🩹
This is really deep and there is so much truth in your piece. Very touching!
Thank you O’Nika, happy mothers day 🌹
Love the imagery!! 💗💗💗
Thank you Angela
Anytime, thanks again! 💗
This is dope!
Thank you Shun
This resonates so deeply 🖤
The dreadul wait 🩹❤️🩹🩹
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