white clouds spell out your name
the wind echoes your song
everytime the clock looks the same
the seconds are ticking too long
hours ive spent waiting
hoping you'd be here sooner
good thing i love writing
poems and prose on paper
the calendar counts its days
im thinking what else to do
writing our names in so many ways
wishing just to be with you
i hope time can run faster
then it would be just fine
the sooner this week would be over
the sooner you would be mine
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