We are so close, yet so far apart,
Sounds cheesy, but it comes straight from the heart,
When seconds turn to hours,
Days turn to weeks,
Weeks turn to months,
And months turn to years,
We can't see each other physically,
So we pretend to, mentally,
Then I begin to think, suddenly,
Only 3 years or less until I see you,
But,
Years turn to months,
Months turn to weeks,
Weeks turn to days,
And hours turn to seconds,
The day when we reunite,
Will come sooner than you think, just sit tight,
Until then do what right,
And when I see you, me crying?
I might.
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Ana's Book of Poems
RandomThese are a bunch of random poems i've wrote over the past years. As these years pass by, i get better and better. My writings get better towards the end (: Enjoy !
