Patients
The clock ticks...
Faster & faster
Time flyes by,
How long must I wait?
The hour hand hits the seven,
It make me cry.
My face is flushed and hot,
Theres a knock at the door.
Who can it be?
I try to fix myself up.
My heart is pounding.
Will you notice my unhappiness?
Can it be?
Happiness, Love, Questions but honesty.
Everythings all right!
10/14/81
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