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Feb 2015
Here I am sitting,
When will Love come to knock on my door?

I've been in this room awhile,
my **** is getting sore.

I examine the stone floors and all the cracked paper walls.
It seems Love has forgotten about me here after all.

I've been here awhile,
I know this room front to back.

It's my comfort, my world, my straight driven track.
Even if Love were to knock on a Tuesday afternoon,

I don't know if I could let him into my room.
The floors aren't perfect I haven't shined in weeks,
the walls are made of plaster and the paint job's in streaks.
The molding is crooked and the floor makes some squeaks.
I have a bowl in the corner catching the ceiling leak.

I've been waiting for love for so very long
that when love comes knocking;

I'll want to leave.

And it's hard to believe
because I don't know what lies out of this space,
and his could be one that is not of my taste
what room will we make?

Love knows best..
the spicy dandelion
Written by
the spicy dandelion  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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     ---, ashleigh, Ruzica Matic, --- and Jamie King
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