Saturday, August 01, 2009

The Advantage - a poem

I would follow you anywhere
Even when you pretend I am not there.
I wait everyday
For you to call my name
Days fly by
I am getting older
Yet you continue to stun,
With your unaltered beauty.
I get crabbier and
You get more desirable.
My life slips by
And yet I wait,
Simply hoping to be noticed.

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