Treasure Island

Brandi Young

(06-01-89 / New Jersey)

Can't Wait


Can't wait until you come back
Can't wait to see you
You're all I've been thinking about
Can't get you out of my head
Conjuring thoughts in my head
Making memories that might not happen
Wishing I could be with you right now
You're the only one I truly care about
Can't wait until this wait is over
So we can finally be together
Without hiding or covering it up
Can't wait to feel you near me
Can't wait for you to be in me

(10-1-05)

Submitted: Monday, January 16, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, July 21, 2009

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  • Keith Hendrickson (7/21/2009 11:05:00 PM)

    'conjuring thoughts in my head, making memories that might not happen' wow i LOVE those lines. but top to bottom a great piece.. i loved it (Report) Reply

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