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People who wait lose their chances
People who wait will not find what they are looking for
People who wait will not find the ones that are looking for them
People who wait want more time
People who wait are not sure
People who wait are people waiting

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Fingers crossed for a new year
A new beginning with little fear
The past is right behind
The future is ours to find

Counting down the time
Watching the world shine
Pondering the time of ringing
If people should be kissing

An experience yet to happen
Until that time eyes were always open
Something unexpected occurred
A special event unfurled

A fleeting moment in space
Her hands on my face
A lingering kiss on the lips
My hands on her hips

Mouth unknowingly parted
A brief taste was stared
Eyes closed senses heightened
Sweet without being frightened

This should not be over read
To myself I said
This was our first kiss
something not to miss

Feelings that are confused
Situations that amused
Where was the love I had
Burried down deep its not a fad

Knowing her feelings are not the same
I’ve learned how to deal with the shame
As I have said from the start
Its better it was broken then not to have a heart

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Black is the color of the wall that protects
The dark depths shield whats behind
Dense is the wall heavy in mass

Protected the frail object is thought to be
Secure on the event horizon
Never to slip and fall away

Disrupted the wall became
Endangered the object was
Nervous it flutters

The object shaken from its orbit
It begins its decent to the depths
Cracked it has become bleeding red

It hopes for salvation
Savior from what disrupted the wall
Compassion from what shook it loose

The objects wishes were not returned
Still bleeding red it falls to the singularity
Content it is in the choices it can’t decide

It looks toward the black point of light
Wondering what will become of itself
How this has changed its soul and the future

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