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I look for you each day, but you do not come
I wait and I wait like spring for the birds
Though people understand, it is ocward to some
My emotion is thoughtless, and has no needs for words
I cannot describe exactly how I feel
I wish I could understand why I can never let go
The things that I hope, will they ever be real
My spirit has dimed, to a not-so-light glow
They say she is coming, but is she really coming here?
Is she kind, mean, why do I care?
It has been growing, this unkindly fear
That makes life form dim, and lessen my air
I see someone upon the hill
A light has been siezed, an unmistakable joy
Shivers take me, I jump up with thrill
There is my friend, Bethany Hanks
Based on hope-to-happen-story
 Silra · Thu Feb 10, 2005 @ 03:04am · 1 Comments |
