I watch the clock ticking
second by second,
I can hardly contain all
of my frustration,
that whoever made clocks
put sixty whole seconds
in each minute there is,
and how many more such
seconds have to pass,
for four more long hours
to finally crawl by;
Oh that is not even
math that I can do
inside of my head...
Guess there is nothing
more for me to do
than to wait it out,
until you are back,
to take me in your arms,
and kiss me deep and long,
and make me love you more...
Oh, I miss you so...
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- Something Different by Exodus.
525 points, ended March 10, 2008, 27 entries
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Comments
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This is a touching thought and it really does show that sometimes you could swear those seconds stretch
Thank you
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