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Waiting All My Life

Posted on Oct 16, 2020 by in Poetry | 0 comments

Waiting on a blue bench

You don’t want to know, I’ve been waiting all my life
I can turn around and walk away
I don’t want to be the one who’s crying, the one who’s missing
Don’t want to know, I like seeing you smile
Don’t want to know you hate yourself when you’re down
Don’t want to know, I’ve been waiting all my life
I can walk away from your love
I don’t want to be the one who’s crying, the one who’s missing
Don’t want to know, I’ve been waiting all my life
All my life
If I could make it rain
I’d worry about the next food date
I’d keep an eye on the coffee
I’d know if my drink is getting in the way
I’d know if the shakes are hiding my cracks.


And a little second bonus poem…

She Had A Big Booty

When I had my first real girl (last time I saw her)
She was a real Chinese blue
Oh she was a real Chinese blue
I must have been in Texas. Let’s all go now into Texas
She had a big booty and a t shirt, yeah
She had a english accent and no pedigree
Everything just seemed to happen anyway
(She had a big booty, but she can’t afford to wear it)
(She had a big booty, and she can’t afford to wear it)
(She had a big booty)
I had a big booty. It was a full size (! !!)
(She had a big booty)
.so I went out for a walk around in the city.

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