Treasure Island

taikeira johnson

(6 28 91 / brooklyn new york)

Thank You for Love


You waited, but I made you wait
For my phone call, you waited
For a kiss you waited but THE kiss we waited
for your heart I waited
For mines you still wait
So much time apart we waited, for fridays
Saw five we wait
New Beiginnings, we wait, everybody waits
For me to grow up you and mature, you waited
to expand our lifespan, we wait
Kids, we wait
Tired of this life, we wait for something better
Alots going on so much right even more wrong
WE WAIT
for perfection
for each other
you don't wait alone but you wait
we wait
thank you for waiting
tank you

Submitted: Thursday, October 16, 2008
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