Tuesday, May 5, 2009


I followed you with curious eyes,
not knowing about the surprise.
I look and glare,
while you invite me with a stare.
Will this ever be the same again?
or will it just want to begin?
Is it the fact that you want to win,
the part of your heart made of tin.
Just restart, replay, and redo.
While I sit and watch until you do.

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