The Response That Means The World To Me Poem by Elle Jay E..
The Response That Means The World To Me
Waiting for a response
Is murdering my brain
Waiting for a response
Is slowly killing me today
My lungs can barely breathe
My coughs don't have any air
My talking is diminished
I don't have any words left to spare
I'm sicker than a dog
But my mind is thickened with fog
Sitting here kills me more than anything could
A bullet might really do me some good
But I really wanted to see you
And ask you about Friday
We were Spose to go to the movies
But you gave that all away
Now I'm lying here
Waiting for your response
To the email I sent you that's nicer than my thoughts
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4/25/2024 7:42:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Waiting for your response To the email I sent you that's nicer than my thoughts Well said. Waiting for a response is chilling and killing, sometimes seem eternal.