Looking up
By atia
Squeeze every ounce of patience out of me And what will you get? Your head knocked off.. haha! Like I dare. I care too much. I wish I didn't but that would be you, Not me. I live for the day You too may regret. That perhaps I too shall be re-assured, That the moon shall hang near, Complete me with itself As its entourage of stars disappears, As do mine. Atleast this way I'll be looking up... Written December 23rd, 2001 © on Dec 22 2001 04:14 PM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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"Squeeze every ounce..."