Danni Scott


When we were walking down the old dusty lane,
I could hear my heart beating beside me,
Wishing is not enough, but still I wished I was somewhere else
.. With someone else

It’s not that I don’t like you; it’s that I can’t stand you
I wish you didn’t do that, but you did
I hope you don’t do it again, but I know you will
I am different, so what, I’m not yours.

Poem Submitted: Monday, February 16, 2009

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