late agian
i hate this happens
i've been watching for you
the leaves blowing on the trees
counting stripes on the bumble bees
watching the weeds grow between the rocks
i hate it when the army talks
they keep you late all the time
long enough for me to think of a rhyme
the cold banistar touching my arm
hoping you are not in harm
the grass is growing
the wind is blowing
every car that drives by
i wonder why
its not you
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Awesome write---Very heartfelt--excellent imagery within this composition--Well Done!!
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good job wifey! i loverz u tons
xoxo- christina
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I really like this poem and it can kill you waiting for a loved one to come back from the military..
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I know what waiting is like, for your loved one to return from the army but for him to finally appear on your doorstep when he's running late for a date, a sad connection but one all the same. I like thr rhyme, though it seems forced at time.
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why is he late?
i'm glad i never have to deal with this but i am sory you have too good luck on this ist a good write
bye
<3 shlottie
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