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One sight of you.
And that poem reruns in my mind again.
The poem that ran me off.
But still holds on to me,
it cradles me like a baby.

And this is what it is.....

"When you make a wish, you expect it to come true
If that was the case I'd be red with passion, not saddened with blue
When will it be our time to dance as the lovers we were meant to be
I cry at the very thought "we"
Watch as couples share their love so affectionately
Why I glance I look at them so jealously?
So, we blindly make our wish for someone to come along to show us how happy we should be
When I made the wish, it was perfection that stood before me
When you made your wish the guy in front of you, you think "no that can't be"
Love stopped by our wishes of what could be
I Want Something, This is how picture you and me." -I.K.

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