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When will you ask?I cannot sleep And my heart aches My thoughts are all a buzz Waiting is the line of death Cold confusion upon my lips As time passes by The days grow shorter As does my patients with you On the edge of my seat I am perched awaiting For that one simple question When will you ask? My heart and eyes grow tired As dreamless nights pour in A fitful sleep I sleep With awoken dreams Dazing out the window Wondering Just wondering When those words will be utteredWhen will you ask?


The loss of poetryThe loss of poetry The heart left so bare Cold and tired Slowly it beats The inspiration gone The talent fading Touched by the cold winter frost Ripped away by the crisp winds Never to be seen againThe loss of poetry


YouI toss and I turn From my broken heart that yearnsYou
To be mended by you I have a restless sleep Cause my heart beats Only for you Please say you will Lets close the deal So I can be with you You are so close Yet my hand reaches
Unable to touch you We have a match I am just waiting to ask So I can be with you I have been lost in a day dream Fidgeting in my seat Uneasy because of you Please say you will Lets close the deal Because I want to be with you How much longer shall I wait? Until you ask me on


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