waiting
my heart beats as i cry
waiting for you i want to die
but i will never do it because
i know the chance is slim
that i may see you agien
i dream at night that nothing went wrong
and your right here where you belong
they said you were bad and would hurt me
but in the end i hurt us both
i have a way of makeing every one
wish they had never bothered
but i hope you over look it
and are ready to love forever
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| time | 3 | 12/15/2009 |
| blame | 1 | 11/29/2009 |
| more then | 1 | 11/29/2009 |
| waiting | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| three days | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| sleepless | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| no choice | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| MY GIRL! | 0 | 11/29/2009 |
| what is wrong with me? | 2 | 11/29/2009 |
| freeze | 1 | 11/28/2009 |
| insist | 1 | 11/24/2009 |
| school | 1 | 11/24/2009 |
| senses | 4 | 11/24/2009 |
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