The OneA Poem by ChelseaThe one, I'm waiting.The One Who are you? Are you somebody already a part of my life, or somebody waiting to be met? What do I have to do? Am I fine as is, with all my flaws? Or do I have to step it up a notch or two? Where will I find you? Moving in high classes in society, or fighting to make it? When will I find you? Waiting length hours, pacing endless rooms Why aren’t you here? I want to be in my one and only’s arms, not trial running boys. How come? These questions aren’t answered. © 2010 ChelseaAuthor's Note
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14 Reviews Added on December 31, 2010 Last Updated on December 31, 2010 AuthorChelseaCanadaAboutPoetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. - Carl Sandburg Hello! Thank you for checkin’ out my page on the café! My name is Chelsea or Chels. I’m fifteen years old, your .. more..Writing
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