Writing is a dance where the words are the music and the pen is the instrument.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Untitled IV
When is it going to be my turn? When do I get to shine?
When is love going to call on me? When is it going to be
my time? I'm so tired, I'm so tired of bein' blue. I'm so
tired of waiting for you!
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