Saturday, June 13, 2009


It turns out
She is not the one
I want to hold hands with... or anything else.
How did you know?

You stand there so patiently...
Laughing, while hiding your fear.
Ignoring the sticks and stones,
I toss through the fence.

What else can I do
but wait
and wait...
Because that's what my heart tells me to...
until the fence becomes a gate.

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