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    dots Submission Name: The Waydots
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    Author: disturbed_angel
    ASL Info:    14/F/Aus
    Elite Ratio:    2.77 - 22/22/11
    Words: 175
    Class/Type: Poetry/BrokenHeart
    Total Views: 1679
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    Bytes: 911



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       Just a waste of space but tell me what you think anyway...


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    dotsThe Waydots
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    I stare at you, just sitting across the room
    I hope that i can hold you soon,
    I would walk a mile
    Just so that I could see you smile,
    I want to hold your body against mine
    I wish that I could call you mine,

    You don't see the way that I look at you,
    You don't see the way that I stare,
    You don't see the way that I laugh at your jokes even when you know they aren't funny,
    You don't see the way I am always trying to talk to you for no reason at all,

    You say you like me,
    But I know you like her more,

    I know I will never hold you close,
    I know it will always be a fantasy,
    I know that all I can do is dream of you
    and maybe one day you will look at me the way that I look at you,
    Maybe one day you will notice me the way that I notice you.




    Submitted on 2005-08-17 01:40:58     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      Again, another example of young teen angst in love. Be a kid, don't worry so much about relationships. I am sure you feel u can handle it, but young teens have a difficult time handling such strong emotions. Don't be so quict to want to grow up, live life and enjoy this short time you have as a young person. The piece was not bad for someone of your experiance. Keep writiing, it gets easier.
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    | Posted on 2005-08-17 00:00:00 | by BenCollier | [ Reply to This ]
      Again, another example of young teen angst in love. Be a kid, don't worry so much about relationships. I am sure you feel u can handle it, but young teens have a difficult time handling such strong emotions. Don't be so quict to want to grow up, live life and enjoy this short time you have as a young person. The piece was not bad for someone of your experiance. Keep writiing, it gets easier.
    your friend
    ben
    | Posted on 2005-08-17 00:00:00 | by BenCollier | [ Reply to This ]
      VERY VERY VERY well written! Placement of feelings in this poem is awesome! you did an execellant job with this! keep it up!
    | Posted on 2005-08-17 00:00:00 | by Rayne_thedark | [ Reply to This ]


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