January 2, 2009
By Erika Sobieski, Indian Trail, NC

Wait, wait, wait
It's days liek these I hate
You're so close, yet so far away
Sometimes I wonder what you'd say
if I chose to tell you today
That I thought about you in a different way
i think about how we could be
Think, think, think,
Its times like these that make me weak,
So weak in the knees
With you, I feel so free
I become my true me
I can hardly speak,
Your voice makes me truly weak

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