Butterflies, flying in and about.
Wishing they would just fly out.
Desperately waiting by the phone.
Waiting for the dog to catch the bone.
Hurting, churning with each given day.
Wanting so badly for them to go away.
Choke me inside, choke me with pride.
Seeing her heart set to the side.
Wonderious wishings, hearts full of joy!
Wouldn't you be suprised if we had a boy.
Flying so sweetly, flying so softly deep deep inside.
My insides a turning, like the rising tide.
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ps. i would just like to say that your picture in the corner is so much like mine in that symbolic sense. i love it, just fyi. & also because its so much like that type of art work i throughely enjoy looking at as well!!
i like it alot. i can see a girl sitting there, in my mind, waiting with the pain writen across her face; waiting for something thats never going to happen. waiting for something that she is better than, but its taking her this pain to realize it.
clear, powerful.
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