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Wating for the Day!

Do you think that there will come a day
When I don’t feel like I’ve lost my way
When someone will look at me and stare
And see the person that’s hiding there
The one that gives it all she’s got
And thinks her own needs matter not
Who’ll move heaven and earth to accommodate
Every demand of friends and mates
For that they will care and adore
And not just turn and ask for more
Maybe I think the more I give of
That someone will see something to love
And want to return the love and care
And of some of my needs be aware
That some one would hold me and say
And what can I do for you today
Please sit down you look so tired
Making me feel loved and desired
But I don’t think it will ever be the case
It seems that its me that will forever chase
Giving until there is nothing more
With no hope of love being restored

Author notes

The title is borrowed from a favourite CD. Waiting for the day by Bachelor Girl.

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  • arezes mom
    February 19
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    hey great write. i think u are talented and are a great rhymer. keep writing.

    lissa


  • Mark Rickerby gold member
    November 30, 2008

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    Check out the book The Secret. I don't buy the philosophy 100% but the basic premise is gospel - whatever we think about most expands. If you think you won't find someone, you won't. If you think you will, you will. Be careful of self-fulfilling prophesies. There's no reason why you shouldn't have everything you want, but you have to think it's possible first or it never will be.

    M


  • klassy lassy
    October 18, 2008

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    Beckoning AusStar

    Shiny face of Invisibility like craters of the moon,
    are shadows in heart's valleys where the sun can't come to soon.

    Mountains, stone, and pits of granite come with Joseph's coat,
    a pound of flesh taken slave in a land unknown, remote.

    Finds its weight in courage and wisdom grown robust,
    returns yet those years roughly lost and eaten by the locust.

    In arms that bless and meet the test of unexpected places ~
    Star-rise, uncompromised, for love wears many faces.



    love,
    karen