hours fly by
i count the days until our next meeting
so little time, yet it seems to be eternity
boredom may consume me by then
but somehow i know i'll survive
living on thoughts of you
like a stranded soldier, i'll wait it out
but even so...
sunday just doesn't come fast enough.
i'm falling but...
do i want to get up?
i'll ponder that thought in my dreams
and i know you'll be there to help me answer
a quizzical moment in my sleep, but still
i guess for now, all i've got are my dreams
and as my lids close i wonder...
what did i just write? does it make sense?
to me...to her...but to the world?
guess we'll have to see
sense can be made of everything
i'll reach out my hand and close my eyes
i'll just greet sleep and wait for that day
damn you time, damn the clock,
and gods damn my impatience...
anxiety sets in, child of patience lacking
heavy lids aside, something sustains me
something keeps me awake...
still...i'll try
and i'll smile...
knowing that in time...i'll be with you again.
Please tell me what you think
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blech
who the hell did i write this for? LOL -
Sentiments well expressed in these lines - find it hard not to want to change you small i's to capitals in I, I'll etc. Just doesn't look right somehow but I know many do this. Good flow and easy to read and understand.
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I really liked what you had to say and how well you said it. Words just dripped from the page, and you get across your emotions in an eloquent manor. You have some great lines here "i'll ponder that thought in my dreams and I know you'll be there to help me answer." and "damn you time, damn the clock,and gods damn my impatience..." Both increase the emotion and impact well done well worth stopping by the ranch.
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