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Mr.Pearhead
February 23, 2010
There he sits.
Like a Popsicle on a hot day
delicious,desirable, with sticky intentions
i wonder if he sees me sitting here
staring at him.
Probably not.
I seem to drink in his presence and want to just TALK to him.
I wonder if he knows about me.
Me. I sit here wondering where.
Where we went wrong.
But then i remember that i can sit and dream, dream of those days that tasted like chocolate, the moments when your name would appear on my computer screen, when you would actually INTEND to speak to me and only me, and i smile.
© Anonymous
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