"oximoronically" poems
Oh God im so impatient
But I'll wait if that means we make it
Wait till the clock falls off the wall
Sit till the paint dries in the hall
I'll wait impatiently, oximoronically
Where is your sense of rhythm?
I can't seem to find your pattern
Oh time get it together
But I'll wait impatiently, relentlessly
Moods rising, moods falling
Calendar cycles churning
I said i loved you
You said you did too
And thats why I'll wait impatiently
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC