The Object of My Affection
Tomorrow

I give myself away, and still nothing to show for it.
My time spent driving, calling, dancing...and waiting.
They've always said the right things, but never shown them,
Smiled the right smiles, but never meant them,
Kissed the right kisses, but never felt them,
Held the right lover, but never loved him.

An hour of driving, for thirty minutes with you,
Wild flowers just to see you smile,
Dancing on the dock to feel you in my arms,
Phone calls at 3 a.m. to tell you I made it home,
Yet here I am, alone, holding my pillow, waiting,
Thinking that tomorrow I may meet you, and you fall in love.

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