Sick of Waiting

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I'm sick of waiting,
anticipating;
sick of wishing he was there,
if only he'd be there,
and every time,
hes not.
my spirits soar,
and then,
they fall,
each time a little harder.
I'm sick of waiting.





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xodistantdreamerxo said...
Mar. 5, 2010 at 7:15 pm
Sounds like someone's a bit crestfallen. I really like this poem, keep it up. (:
 
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