My romantic history, at best

Is quite checkered.

A little of this, and a lot of that.

This long drink of water satiates me,

Yet I am still left so very thirsty.

Sometimes I meet her

And then, it's time watch,

Watch the clock tick by,

Or hopefully watch the sparks fly.

Most of the time I just sit there

Smiling to myself, wondering why.

So is this time different,

Or will this be the same old dance?

All I ever wanted is another chance.

02/02/2007

Posted on 02/02/2007
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