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playing with my gift
click open
click shut
click open
click shut
not saying anything
not doing anything
jsut sitting there
clicking open
clicking shut
clicking open
clicking shut
its not really a way
to communicate with someone.
i sent you the last poem i wrote you
and you put it on your lj, saying you drowned in it
but never spoke a word to me about it.
so, this time.
i choose to say this here instead
remember that i love you
and that i am waiting for you
to come home
you don't have to come home til your ready darlin'
but a smile occasionally might be nice.
or even if you could just
look me in the eye
i know it's hard, little one.
but pretending that i dont exsist, if that was what that was, isn't going to help anything
i'm still the same girl
and i'm still here
and you are welcome home
[my arms are open and ready]
whenever you are ready.
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