arctic angel

wishing on a star
2001-12-01 20:42:28 (UTC)

waiting. that's all.

It's around 3:30. Andrew will be here to pick me in
about an hour. Until then, I have nothing to do. Except
write.
So I'm not sure what to write about. I could write a
story or a poem or something. Yay. Here's a poem I wrote
a long time ago for my boyfriend(Don't steal it, I already
sent it in to getcopywrited):


Smile at me, and I will melt
Like wax to burning flame
This awesome love that痴 spawned on us;
I fear we池e both to blame
You tempt me without attempting
Make me wary with desire
I long to simply hold you
I知 the pyro遥ou池e my fire
Your love glues me to you
Your sweet hug and gentle kiss
I never want to leave your arms:
Epitome of bliss
But when you are away from me
I loathe our time apart
For any time away from you
Is torture to my heart
So I will sit here, writing poems
My love, for only you
And await your return to me
For our love容ver true

I liked it. I still kinda do. It's allright. Well, I
really don't have anything to say here for now. So I'm
going to go and get something to eat, and hope Andrew comes
early. :)




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