SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 2011
Think of you.
Sitting here thinking of you.
Wondering what you’re doing, thinking,
Wondering if you think about me on occasion
Does this occasion make you smile?
This is what I think of.
I wonder what it would be like to hold your hand,
As we float from class to class.
What if life worked the way I wanted?
And you did care about me?
Would I be happy or would I want more?
What’s life without a goal?
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