I sit and wonder why...
Why do I go crazy over this small thing called love.
Impatiently, i wait for it like a kid on christmas morning.
I wait in anticipation.
When will it be my turn?
When will i have the chance to hear these words from anothers mouth?
Like an archeologist, I search...
Carefully inspecting and searching for something that may not be there.
Sympathy is not on my list of things to obtain.
These are just my feelings, straight up, naked, and bare...
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