Short bloodily poetry

waiting for you

Writer note: This poem needs you to pay close attention to find the deep meaning of the poem and the time is what it looks like. It has another meaning, i left some clues.

 It is 11:03

I am waiting for you

Are you coming?

You said you were coming

You told that you will be here around 11:00

You may think that I am fussing around

And you are a little bit late

But you are always on time and never broke your promise

It is 11:06

I am counting

It looks like a short time for you

But its forever for me

I guess sitting down here and doing nothing

May have an impact on you

The clock is ticking and it is pissing me off

I am waiting for you

It is 11:09

I feel like screaming at the clock to wait for you

You love me, don't you?

I am going to keep on waiting for you

Maybe I'll take a nap while waiting

When are you coming?

It is 11:21

I think I feel too deep in my sleep

It is raining now

I have to go inside

I don't want to get sick and make you worry

I feel lonely without you

When are you getting here?

It has been years

Where are you?

It is 11:27

I am getting sick of waiting

When are you coming?

Can you call or text me?

Do you even care about me?

Do you love me?

But don't worry I will still wait because I love you

It is. . .

It is 11:30

I am dying of loneliness

They said that I should give up

You are not coming

Are you coming?

When? How?

They said I am crazy, but I am not

They said your gone, I don't think so

It is 11:36

I am slowly fading

I am getting tired of this

I come here, every three years

And your still not here

Maybe, I am crazy

It is 11:48

I know that you are not coming

I haven't gone there for a while but I am still waiting

It is 11:51

I still love you

Don't you know?

This is your last chance, please, come meet me

Don't break your oat to me

It is 11:54

I am very sick

They say that I won't see next year

I have a lot of regrets and you are one of them

Yet I still love you

I am stupid, aren't I?

It is 11:57

Those little bitches

They told me a big lie, I made it but next year...

Is my last year

I have to say that....I.......

I hate you

It is 12:00

It is my time to go

I keep seeing things, they say that they are Angels

They are here to take me home

I will be at rest there

I stopped waiting for you, because I know that...

That you are not real. . . . . . .

You are already gone . . . . . . Years ago....

This is just my imagination!