Watch as I linger on stand-by,
My heart pounds beneath these stiff eyes.
My mind can't think straight,
It trips cos you make me wait.
What a naughty trick of time,
To delay the needed rhyme.
Still frozen in this waiting,
I miss the warmth of your singing.
Do you feel wistful the way I do?
Or is it all me just awkwardly searching for you?
Taking deep breaths past the clock,
Blinking is all I can do 'til I finally sulk.
I'm no longer 15 I know, it burns,
But falling in love, sigh, when will I ever learn.
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beautiful! ! ! a beautiful symmetry exists between what we want and what we get! ! ! !