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Thinking About You

By Castaway

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My favourite waste of time was thinking of you; your eyes your smile the way you laugh at my jokes. And I was in love, lost in it, a whirlpool turning me, turning me turning my life in slow motion. Dizzy with it, I lost my way, perspective was just a silly word I once knew. I became sick with it. Sick for needing you to love me too, the longing for it, the utter yearning that started way down and rose like bubbles through my blood. My dreams were all of you. You in a boat on a calm ocean, inviting me in out of the water. But when I tried to climb in the boat tipped and I couldn't reach you again. And you tell me you love me (but not in that way) and you tell me I am your soulmate and you kiss my hurt and dry my eyes and hold me until the pain ebbs. The tide has gone out now. Taking you away in your little boat. I stand on the shore and wave. Written January 20th, 2002 © on Jan 20 2002 06:56 AM PST   18 • 0 • 8

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