8:30 p.m.

I’ve washed the dishes, I have cleaned the clothes. This time, Then, I’d be waiting for your call, waiting for your show.
I have picked up my room, in the corner I rock, this time , Then, I never heard your knock.
Stretched out long, my fingers touch my toes, just to pull myself up in to a ball again, it’s my ritual..and I just go.
My fingers dance within the strands of my hair, finding shelter to grip, just incase I go there.
Tippity-tap..my hands on my head,
Wrap my arms around my legs instead.
It should be you that I hold so tight.
It should be you on any given night.
It should be you that i pulls me near, when the static begins and echoes thru my ears.
It should be you that I lay beside, wake up to each morning, snuggle up with each night.
I have done all I could do this very day..
I’m off to rock my night away

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About statickitten131

My name is Amanda and I love writing. Currantly I have been writing poetry more as a canvas to channel my Bi-polar energy and to strengthen my skills.

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