Tuesday, September 15, 2009

E I G H T E E N



These eighteen days cannot be blamed;
They do not know what they're doing to us,
These days do not know the hollow ache in my chest,
They do not know how I'm torn apart,
Fighting eighteen days until I'm with my heart.
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Genn said...

18 days left of...
of wishing, hoping,praying..
of waiting, wanting, aching..
of knowing that you'll finally, at last be complete.

September 15, 2009 at 12:03 PM

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