4 p.m.
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4 p.m. was my favorite time
you used to wait for her
I used to wait for mine
time was flyin’
who would have thought
that’s the right place
and the right time
who would have thought
I’d cling to you
in one corner of wrong avenue
And so the clock hit to four
you were smilin’ at me more and more
in your stare I’ve seen what you’ve been dreamin’
and your voice told me I should believe it…
‘t was 4 o’clock in the aftie
when time runs so slow
still my boyfriend won’t show up
and no sign of your girl though
who would have thought
we’d share that moment
odd excitement
who would have thought
I’d cling to you
in one corner of wrong avenue
And so the clock hit to four
you were talkin’ to me more and more
in your angst I’ve felt what you’ve been missin’
and your sad face told me I should change it…
We met again at 4 p.m.
but just like any other time
4 p.m. couldn’t be forever
Everythin’ ended out of line
***a long time ago
written 04052008
© 2009-Nov. b l a i s e
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