It Is 10 Pm Poem by Halsho Zangana
It Is 10 Pm
I sank the room in the dark,
and lit the candles one by one,
but the romance won't fill air,
till the waiting is done.
Things coming on my mind,
while I'm gazing at the door.
My heart gets trembled,
when the door opens no more.
The clock slips to 12 Am.
I fool myself and pretend.
Believing you will appear,
and the door soon will be opened.
The candles start to perish,
and the tremble fades out.
4 Am, no light, no sound,
and the tremble leaves my heart.
Waiting but left disappointed, make feel broken and stomach despair....hmmm..hahhahaha_SOul
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4/26/2024 1:05:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
If you feel in your heart that it is way past due for a person to reciprocate the love you show them, it may be time for you to move on. a romantic poem with a little twist..great sir