Friday, March 25, 2011

its a postal service song or something

write you letters,
letters every day
love notes, haikus and sonnets
have enough to say
spent much time, waiting for you
wishing and hoping too
so long, dreaming you up
i want to be the girl to end all girls
want you to see me
i don't think you'd miss me if i left
i don't think you notice,
i'm sitting here and your sitting there
i've changed my size and changed my hair
he said you've won the lottery with me
i know you don't even think of me that way

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