Sitting here at my desk at home orgainizing things.. found an old poem I wrote back in 1998 when I was working at the Trump Plaza in Atlantic City.. it was written for someone but the only problem is I do not know who... I wrote it expressing what was on my mind at the time... yeah I think I mentioned I was a hopeless romantic..
somewhere under a stary sky
she waits for me to make her mine
to whisper softly in her ear
sweet words she longs to hear
to hold her in my arms real tight
long into her dark cold nights
i am here waiting for her
untill our meeting doth occur
but that is in the hands of fate
and so I'll have to sit and wait
I have a few of them that I wrote but I dont really share them , I have one im working on now and that one I dont think will ever see the light of day because it is just too forthright and deep. Perhaps one day maybe..
Having a cup of coffee before I have to go into work, I am trying to cut back on the coffee.. im down to one maybe two cups a day..
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