LittleCricket

Life With No Plan
2004-02-12 01:15:32 (UTC)

It’s only four o’clock there..

It’s only four o’clock there
While it’s seven here
Love fills the air
but the loneliness brings a tear.

Her lips crave a kiss;
her ear yearns for his voice.
It would put her in a true bliss
it would make her do more than rejoice.

Just to feel his hands.
Just run through her hair
each and every strand.
Just to know he truly cares!

For that day she can not await.
She will finally get to meet her fate.




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