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Four Minutes
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closet boxes 2002 Look up at the classes clock
and wonder where you are
10:55 and i'm so bored
you seem so very far.
10:56 the school bell rings
i'm walking down the stairs
haphazard, almost falling
as I am wishing you were there.
10:57 sitting with my friends
wishing that this day would end
you know that I would not be her
and straight to you my heart would send.
10:58 my friends all ask
whats going on with me and you
I freeze, can't give an answer
that would satisfy the truth.
10:59 just let me be
I don't want to be here
I want to be in any place
where I can feel that you are near.
These short four minutes feel like years
but there's nothing I can do
all I want is to see your face
see the addiction that is you.
I know this feeling
I live here in this
state of constant agony
and expectation...
4 mins is an eternity
when you are waiting
for your love.
Great Poem - Great Write.
Wow. That was beautiful.
see the addiction that is you.
yes, i know that feeling all too well. Good work.
well do you really hate school that much!
I know that this isn't about school but i thought it would be funny
Love sucks!!
Love always
Brandon
addiction
it kills
and when its an addiction to love
it huants you in your after life
ash
Much Love
Ashley