By erin
Date: 2001 Dec 02
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[[2001.12.02.22.37.22839]]

bench in the cold, waiting

Oh, this fiction I participate in
to emulate
The Girl Of Your Dreams
I sit alone in the plaza
scrawling random poetic thoughts of you

Blanket wrapped around my shoulders to keep away the chill
but I still feel cold inside

Your lack-luster attempts to convince me
and syrupy-sweet words do the trick

You are contagious and you've got me trained well
I wish I could see through you, but I cannot

So, I reside here, on this bench in the cold,
waiting for you to love me.