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.
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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