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The wind is whispering
As the trees sing along
It puts a spell on my heart
The night air lifts as the stars are sparkling above
When I close my eyes
I'm dancing into the flames of the night sky
I won't spend my days deciding
stuck here in the same old bind
Waiting for the day to become night
I sit here, thinking
Just waiting for nothing to come
When night does come
What will I do?
I keep thinking until I can think nomore
I'm still stuck in this old bind
How can I get out?
Will the night be over then and become day?
I ask myself these questions hoping to get an answer
But nothing comes to me
No one is saying anything...
I wait for someone...anyone to come..
But they never do...
So until then I'm still waiting for the night to fall
when I can get out of the bind i'm in
And be once again myself
- by Ambee-Is cute |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 10/23/2009 |
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- Title: What Will Become of Me?
- Artist: Ambee-Is cute
- Description: This is just a poem I wrote a long time ago. Hope all who read it will like it.
- Date: 10/23/2009
- Tags: will become
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