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Wednesday, June 25, 2008 @ 2:43 AM SEVEN-O-THREE [x It's seven o three, and I sat up on my bed just thinking of him. He wouldn't get out of my head. No he wouldn't crawl out of my mind. His face was carved in me. His features are sharp on my eyes. He couldn't possibly feel for me, the way I felt for him. No. It's only seven o three and the time stands still. He was still in my mind. Like black beauty, he was tall and dark. His eyes like precious gems, would shine oh-so-bright. Could this be? For the very first time I thought, could he be the one for me? It's only seven o three and as time stand still, I wondered if it could be. Sitting on my bed, wondering if I could be. Wondering if there will ever be a you and me. But then reality just striked right back at me. Reminding myself that 'we' could never be. She was stuck in his mind and would always be. And that's why each night at seven o three, I would cry myself to sleep. Because I know that he's the only one for me, but our love can never be. :) -- please respect copyright infringement |