Same Old Story, by Tim Pozzi
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Even if she was meant for me,
it doesn't mean I'll
end up with her head in my lap
or being the sap who
won't leave her side...
as much as I've tried.
Even if she's the key,
I'm not turning the locks
and she's not stopped enough
to find my heart or
willing enough to start up
in the heat of our touch.
I'll wait some more
I'll wait for,
what am I waiting for?
Waiting is for the weak,
I'll wait another week... |
Posted: 2012-01-27 16:48:34 UTC |
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