Who is this i see coming up to me its nearly 12:23 where is my girl? shes still moving inticing me to make a visit she should be in an exhibit the body of a nymph Cerces would have paled but how she hides her true beauty its about 12:23 where is she? not enough time to chat no time to say hi i gotta leave but she holds me here with those eyes no smile touches like hers the one she gave me was pure bliss i have to stand i need to know what beauty is this that lures me so stepping over nearer to her than before closer yet and in one moment i will know this buring quetion will be answered 12:23 theres my girl so instead i walk by my angel ignore the lovely let fall my dreams and go with the other never to know what i missed never to know a chance at true feeling all beacuse i satyed my had waited a heartbeat too long and then it was 12:23
Reason for writing:
bored, and thi was bad anyway like the other poem so theres no reason to explain. i need things to do and this was one, a piece of my life twisted and fiddled with till it made no sense and a bad poem. something happened, well twice this year thats kinda like the poem. waited too long and someone else broke up something that i might have had. but i done did wrong by waiting and letting the moment pass too so its about the people who come and give me a cop out for waiting too long.
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