|I Wanna Be the One. (standard:poetry, 384 words)|
|Author: Finn McKool||Added: Apr 22 2003||Views/Reads: 1773/1066||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Hopes and dreams, baby, that's all, hopes and dreams.|
When I first saw you (and the only way I've seen you still) You were a collection of one's and zeroes That managed to fry my circuitry. I read your words, Your passion for life Your sensuality. Your love of your man. And I said to myself, "THAT'S the kind of woman I need." But I knew you were there, and I Am ever here, and He's some Greek God (el presidente of some Kappa Kiddie Kangaroo). There was just no way. And I? How the hell is little ol' Broke-ass, fifth-year junior, me with my fuck-busted car my pack a day habit And my penchant for shoving my foot DIRECTLY down my throat Gonna ever have a prayer in heaven, hell, Or any point in between? And you were so in love. I longed so much for someone To feel that way about me. And I also read his words, and I'm sorry to say, i liked the fucker. i wanted to hate'im. i just couldn't. So I sat and watched and waited. I sent you words. Encouragement. What little wisdom was mine to impart. But all that time I wanted that love. I wanted someone to feel that way, Click here to read the rest of this story (57 more lines)
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