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Waiting
Waiting, by the phone,
even though it's a mobile
on vibrate and turned up loudly.
Checked religiously,
Like a new mother round a sickly baby,
Up every five minutes,
Is it still breathing?
Has it got enough batteries?
Waiting, for a call, a text,
anything, to say;
I enjoyed the other night,
Would like to see you again,
Buy you flowers,
Take you to dinner,
Introduce you to my mother,
Perhaps get married,
Or something.
Waiting, going out of my mind
with waiting.
My mind which is cramped with
Cluttered thoughts of my ideal man who;
Calls me Princess,
Brings me chocolate,
And skins up constantly
Though I don't know his surname and
Am not even sure I could
Pick him out of a line-up.
Waiting, holding my breath
till I'm blue in the face with waiting.
Think I might burst if the phone doesn't ring.
Not sure what I'd do if he actually called.
And I'm waiting and waiting.
Like I don't have anything better to do.
Beep beep, beep beep -
My brain floods emotion
And I'm half-paralysed
And I can't breath
One message received
And I'm waiting.
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