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Xx-ms-sassy-xX= kassy
Well, in 9th mod at school
he gets this boy (Randomly)
to come up to me and say
hey look, austin said its not
working out so he said its over
and sorry so i burst into tears and
right a poem in the middle of class
Here it is:
Called: Someones waiting out there for me, Tonight
I need some time alone
Before im ready to come back home
Theres something out there now
I can feel it in my heart now
Cant keep feeling down
I tell myself
Theres a boy out there
waiting on a shelf
I can here him calling my name
Tonight
I need to get out of here
He's near
Somethings out there waiting out there
I can feel it in my heart
Waiting like a dream
Its not just a beam
I tell myself im not wrong
Kinda hard to believe
I here him calling my name
Tonight
Above the sky
in the light
night sky
Theres a world out there
just waiting for me...
tonight
 A Little Muggle · Sat Oct 10, 2009 @ 03:44am · 0 Comments |
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