too late?, by julieeeeeeeeeee Subscribe to rss feed for julieeeeeeeeeee

I sit
and you walk toward me.
Heart beating,
palms sweating.
I want you to bne mine
and if i had the chance, you would.

We sit.
Nothing comes.
The closck strikes
our time waskted.
Relief.
Frustration.
I still don't know your name.
Posted: 2007-03-24 08:38:12 UTC

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