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bobbi_k February 20 2008, 21:25:54 UTC
From one impulsive poet to another... I've looked in my archives and found something random for your veiwing pleasure.

Looking in the mirror
Wondering
What
Have
I
Become?
Longing in the mirror
for you to be there too
Tuesday, wait for Tuesday
So I sit and wait and pray
That Tuesday comes,
but Tuesday goes
As I awaited its arrival.
It never mattered anyway
I’m miles and miles and miles away
So if Wednesday brings you
I’ll sit and wait and hope and pray
for Wednesday
But as Wednesday comes
Wednesday goes
As I awaited its arrival.
I never meant to be this way
Hoping, dreaming wishing on a word
I haven’t felt this way before
It’s something rare and raw
I’ll sit and wait and pray
Maybe I can make it go away
But, rather, I wait for Thursday
And Thursday comes
And Thursday goes
As I awaited its arrival.
But you never came,
and you never promised that you would
My hope turned into delusion
My dream I thought was real
So now I’ll sit and wait and pray
just to hold you near
And if you never come,
I’ll know that you came
and that you went
As I awaited your arrival.

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