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Dec 2012
She's standing alone
Wondering when the day will come when she
Hears his voice again
Feels his touch on her skin
And she
Yearns for his love
His acceptance 
That one thing only he
Can give her
He's sitting alone
Thinking about the day when he can kiss her
That day when he gets to 
Hold her in his arms
He misses her touch on his chest
That
Way she whispers his name
So loving
So honestly happy
They're two of a kind
Just kids being kids
Really teens 
Not wanting to leave those
Innocent childhood memories behind
They're killing time
Wasting days
Throwing away the thought of 
Growing up
Now
They're spending their days in each others hearts
Looking
Searching for that one thing they both want
Finding it when they look in the others eyes
They found love in two children that
Haven't yet happened
They dreamt of times when
It was all that would matter
Those two kids refusing to grow up, found love in each other
Now they're killing time, wasting days, refusing to grow up together
Needs a title. Any ideas?
Mitchell S Bartlett
Written by
Mitchell S Bartlett  Camden, Maine
(Camden, Maine)   
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