Genre: Sad Romance
Simon.
It's one o'clock and your not in bed,
I called your phone but all it said,
It that you were occupied and to busy,
to answer my calls now I felt dizzy,
Your normally home by now but your not,
You couldn't have not remembered or forgot,
I'll wait impatiently but there's nothing I can do,
Just sit in bed and hope I'll see you.
It's two o'clock and you not inside,
I've searched for you I have really tried,
I've ran around a children's park,
Looking for you in the dark,
You normally hide out here when your sad,
You couldn't have forgotten or you'd be mad,
I'll wait impatiently but there's nothing I can do,
But hope you turn up because I miss you.
It's three o'clock and your not alright,
You must be stuck outside in plain sight,
I'm in your old childhood house,
Mum saying you were suppose to be my spouse,
You normally come here when you are sick,
You can't have forgotten this must be a trick,
I'll wait impatiently but there's nothing I can do,
Then cry and pray and sit here without you.
It's four o'clock and your out in the world,
When I cuddle you - your in my arms curled,
I'm missing our cuddles as I'm walking back,
I'm going to find you so I may as well pack,
You normally walk home or take your car,
You must have taken it with you, you couldn't have gone far,
I'll wait impatiently but there's nothing I can do,
But listen to all the other birds coo.
It's five o'clock and I've missed your call,
I'm calling back thank god after all,
But the voice wasn't yours it belonged to a young lady,
My head started to fill with a horrible maybe,
You normally say I love you straight away,
But obviously that's not happening today,
I'll wait impatiently but there's nothing I can do,
Then hope that there's nothing wrong with you.
It's five o'clock and I'm on my way,
To a hospital hopefully not far away,
The lady said that you crashed your car,
In the rain and your not that far,
You normally say that your okay,
But right now your not and that's all I'll say,
I'll wait impatiently but there's nothing I can do,
Then sit here and hope your missing me too.
It's six o'clock and I'm in a waiting room,
Watching the nurse sweep the floor with a broom,
The clock is ticking and I haven't seen you yet,
The accident was bad and that's my bet,
You normally say your fighting strong,
But what if for some reason it all goes wrong,
I'll wait impatiently but there's nothing I can do,
Then wish and want nothing more then you.
It's seven o'clock and I'm getting rings,
From friends from school and other things,
They're all asking me if your okay,
'I'm not sure' is all I can say,
You normally tell me that you are,
But I don't know because you crashed your car,
I'll wait impatiently but there's nothing I can do,
Then give your friends hope to get though.
It's eight o'clock and they say your stable,
I hope they're right because I'm physically unable,
I can see you in a short amount of time,
My eyes are watering like my mouths full of lime,
You normally tell me to stay happy,
But I can't now because today's been crappy,
I'll wait impatiently but there's nothing I can do,
Then sit here shakily and desperately need you.
It's nine o'clock and I'm staring at your face,
Battered and bruised while our hands enlace,
Tubes rushing from machines to your skin,
My fingers rise to softly stoke your chin,
You normally tell me to hang in there,
When really it should be you to be fair,
I'll wait impatiently but there's nothing I can do,
Then mutter words such as I love you.
It's ten o'clock and I've been pushed behind,
When your pulse dropped and the beeper chimed,
I sit here and hope that your still with us,
They look at me like I'm crazy like I shouldn't fuss,
You normally whisper to me when your hurting,
And that's normally when I get back to blurting,
I'll wait impatiently but there's nothing I can do,
Other then pray to God to listen to me to.
It's eleven o'clock and your family's here,
Walking and talking whilst trembling with fear,
We've heard no news but will do soon,
When I know your okay I'll be over the moon,
You normally cheer and smile by my side,
But today your not next to me with pride,
I'll wait impatiently but there's nothing I can do,
Then sit here and wish I was here with you.
It's twelve o'clock and I have a pain in my head,
From all the crying at the news that your dead,
The little sweet breaths that you used to take,
The little cute laughs that you used to make,
You'd normally tell me not to cry,
But you can't tell me since you said goodbye,
I'll wait impatiently but there's nothing I can do,
But sit here and wait til' I reach heaven to.
See you soon
- Olajide x
