dragonflyblues87's blog: "old stuff"

All these go so slowly

one minute an entire day.

an hour, a week.

the entire day is a year...

waiting on you to speak.

If only you knew how much I liked you...

I have goals, and they won't change,

and I know you don't know what to do

but I won't be in close range.

every day, every hour, every minute--

I wonder why your life doesn't

have room for me in it.

I'm content and yet insane,

I only have myself to blame.

a day is a year,

a minute a day,

and here I sit still

waiting to hear

what you have to say