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May 2012
1...2...3.... breathe
That's what going threw my head as I leave

I'm almost there
I keep trying not to stare

Thoughts of you running threw my head
They're starting to turn my face red

My heart thuds as the miles become fewer
And I can't help but think "if only I wasn't such a loser"

I always mess up when I've got you
I don't know how I do what I do

I get so close and let my walls drop so low
I stare into your eyes and hug you not wanting to let go

But I had to
So I let my fingers slide from yours saying "I love you..."

No reply
No goodbye

So I'll let my head droop low
And this angel will fly solo

But I have another chance...tonight
Hopefully this time I'll get it right...

I'm getting closer to those doors
And maybe closer to once again being yours

Till I'm there I'll keep my headphone in an my music up loud
And I'll whisper the lyrics to that song so quiet yet proud

My mother nudges me
"Your here now...see?"

I nod slowly leaving the car
Hoping you aren't so far

I let out a sigh
And walk to the wall as others pass with their skirts hiked high

I'm waiting...waiting for you
Hoping you'll come too

Friends, foes, and god knows pass me by
They act like I'm invisible to the naked eye

Its starting to get dark and your still not near
Your not coming I start to fear

Hours seemed to have passed
So I walk inside as asked

Still no one is here
"I've been stood up" I think with a tear
Jasmine Blick
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