June 24, 2011

I'm already starting to loose track of the weekdays.... :

I guess summer can do that to you...

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Many times I have looked out my window,

And each time there is nothing that I see.

So if there's nothing, why does hurt still grow?

I wait for you, but you're not there for me.

When the forest is a beautiful green,

The hurt continues to be a great cost.

Still to me, you remain to be unseen,

Even as the woods are covered by frost.

There are times I hope and wish for the rain.

Because lightning gives me hope as its bright,

To think I am strong from all of the pain.

But I know in my heart, that that's not right.

I want you to be consumed in my hate.

But I can't hate you, I am forced to wait.