Wanting, Waiting

March 1, 2010
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Roses aren't red
Violets aren't blue.
The world's twisted up,
and I’m stuck like glue.
You're walking away,
and I’m still here.
There's nothing to do,
nothing more to fear.
There's gum on my shoe
and zits on my face.
My only father told me
that I’m a disgrace.
Roses have thorns.
Violet is a hue.
The world's messed up,
and I want you.

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