Waiting Room
14 May, 2007
Author: Zach
I'm drowning in a circle of memories.
Thoughts and ideas that I never planned to keep with me;
I'm remembering idealistic information that I never had to begin with,
And forgetting free-flowing forms of passion that I never actually felt.
It saddens me to think that my happiness is a falsehood,
So I smile, and wait my turn. Patiently.
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Dayaram Thurayya (208.184.65.81) -- Monday, August 27 2007, 07:54 pm Honey disconnect the phon. Dayaram Thurayya. |
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