The moment bubbles up,
the tension builds slowly.
I feel the timing coming on,
to take the opportunity.
And all in rush,
the seconds pass me by.
I missed the chance
to make a go
and it left me in the dust.
Here's to you...
my wasted carpe diem.
A contest entry
- Wasted by TheStupidLamb.
450 points, ended April 24, 2008, 12 entries
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