Septembers' Tears

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somehow, I still do the same wish

over n' over

that a hand

would land

on mine

and make it all feel fine

somehow

I still wish

that secretly

someones watching me

where I can't see

just feel

to simply know that someone cares

the only problem with

is that there is no love there

just a tear, at the heart

a missing screw in the head

which only is inevitably incorrect

and the cycle never ends

I wish . . .

I could start crying

and I would be held

comforted

loved

I think it be nice

but, double think it twice

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