Waiting for my man
to call me back.
This late hour, so sour in me
as I wait for reassurances
I could never believe.
This crash and burn feeling,
fully potent after only
13 days. The day of my birth,
squealed by the great 21,
left steamless.
The only one to make me feel;
see clearly, he's far away.
Borders of sleep, sick mother,
double life. Not strong enough
to trust, to continue being
strong, or forgetful. Please
awareness, desert me before
it's too late; this may be
my last shot. I'm trying,
for him. My sadness.
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i love you so much, and i did end up calling, or did i? hehe. together forever, we will be my love.
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I like how random this is. Like the thoughts flitting through your mind as you are waiting on a call. I love it!!
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