Sep 2013
These little moments mean everything.
Every tight face, trying not to frown,
Or possibly explode,
Shouts at me to do something.
But all I can do is stand here with my arms
And wait.
Every tight face, trying not to frown,
Or possibly explode,
Shouts at me to do something.
But all I can do is stand here with my arms
And wait.
Even then, your not the type
To come running.
Though, sometimes you just need to give in.
To come running.
Though, sometimes you just need to give in.
Written by
The New Kestrel
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