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When night is day and all has faded, I will still wait for you in this wasteland...
Waiting quietly for you to come along of your black horse. Waiting for you to rescue me from the tower, to take me away from this disturbing, and hurtful land. This is love. You will know the feeling. I'll wait for the end of time. 13 years old, to 1,000,000. I don't care. I'll wait. Love.
- Title: Waiting, and Love.
- Artist: God Dizzy
- Description: Just a depressing poem that I wrote because I felt like it. Not very good.
- Date: 10/03/2009
- Tags: love
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