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i'm playing with a stapler, it's 1:07 AM in my mind my thoughts are wandering again and again and again about you, our love... and now it's 1:08 And how you loving someone else could make me want to hate it's 1:09 and all living things are going from my mind i'm loosing track of my thoughts of you as i'm keeping track of time Time... i say to myself as the clock hits 1:10 Is what makes me love you more every second again and again and again now the numbers are three ones all placed in a row as this anomaly passes by me... i make a wish.... that you'll never go. I;m playing with a stapler, it's 1:13 AM i know 13's an unlucky number, but luck is all that brought you back to me again it's now 1:14 and my heart has stopped dead i whisper "thank god i got to you first... or you would have chose him...... instead
bear15 added this comment 2008-07-10 11:41:33-05:00
I Love this Poem.
bear15 added this comment 2008-07-10 11:41:33-05:00
I Love this Poem.