waiting for you
all i'm doing is living
without you
you're all i see
though i know
what my eyes have seen
and though they've strayed
they only center on you
like the sea to that
Chevron on 5th Street
you're the backdrop to my mind
Your's
Orenthal
P.S. At least the toilet papers good for something
P.S.2 The apostrophe's a tear drop for you.
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