| Waiting On You |
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| Sometimes I can feel you. I sense your presence but how can I truly know? Are you like the dragon whose life is told through historic tale? Sometimes I wonder... Alone I sit and dream on the years to come. I imagine my life complete, but there is a man with an empty face. Are you the bedtime story of love which was fed to me as a child? Or do you exist? You play around in my mind, although you may not know what you do. I've already traced your soul with permanent marker, and when you come, I will have my white-out in hand. |
| Kara Nichols-January 2005 |