Changes from me,
changes from you,
Changes to everyone I see
Changes that I hope are not true
Fear of the unknown,
Fear of being alone
Fear of what they have shown,
Fear that must be thrown
Why am I afraid of changes?
Why am I not in progress?
Why do I remain hidden in a word like forest?
Why do I have this such interest?
Now I can see their back,
Turning behind, and giving me bad luck
But my Dear, I am still waiting for your knock,
I will be waiting 'till 4 o'clock
Sorry for some bad grammars there, it's just my way of relaxing.
COMMENTS
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loves2bite2
17:14 Oct 31 2011
you are good
i enjoyed it