Crunch Time
28 September, 2005
Author: Mike
It's all up to her.
My hopes. My dreams.
My life.
All depending on a single decision.
Will she? Won't she?
The waiting is killing me.
When it's over, I can relax.
A bit.
No more worrying.
Not as much.
No more tears.
Not as many.
No more anger.
Well, there's always anger..
------- Author's Notes -------
Mother dear has finally decided to tell my dad she's leaving.. The only thing is, she can't decide when to tell him.. |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Taylor James (194.81.223.62) -- Wednesday, September 28 2005, 02:02 pm well theres always bound to be thoses feelings in life, and you ant stop them no matter what you do.and somtimes when you try to take those feelings out of life then you hurt others around you.but she will make the right descion(cant spell XD) |
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