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Mar 12, 2008 - 13:48 PM PST

A thought rushes thru an open space
Disappearing on a light breeze
Forgettable me
Longing for a voice to whisper softly in my ear
It never comes
And the emptiness leaves me feeling sick
Spinning around inside my head
I’m light as a feather
With no place to land

I wanted nothing more
Than what was meant to be desired
An outreached hand
An open heart
A mouth that speaks with sincerity
Tell me what I’ve done
What I can do
To be the person you see in your dreams