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Waiting
Every day in anticipation I wait as I lie.
Why won't you reply?
Sitting in my castle above rolling hills of green.
I mean come on! It says 'seen'.
The baby lambs laugh as they frolic in the meadow.
All I said was hello.
My mother calls for tea.
My mother calls for tea, my mother calls for tea-
But you don't reply to me.
The sun streams into the parlor making everything shine.
Why won't you reply, I can see you're online.
The night time is a-coming so back down I lay.
Oh if only, it was not a holiday.
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YOU ARE READING
This isn't poetry...
PoetrySome pieces I have written which could be considered as poetry. And since this is a working project I guess when I finish, or IF I finish you will be able to see how myself and my work has changed (hopefully). That is also a reason why I'm not delet...
