saturday morning breakfast food
rice noodles in soup
conversations of deepest nature
straight through her heart
they strike with force
too early i am
sitting on black marble
waiting and waiting still
for ten-thirty to come
people all around me
waiting just like me
writing they are not
so why am i
poetry's not my forte
obviously you can tell
but i still write
for fun...nothing else
many things in mind
*gasp*
a girl is crying
sadness is most strong
friends are all around
comfort they only give
and that is enough
*sigh*
my ramblings most random
ten-thirty still not here
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