march 14th, 2001 / nine sixteen pm

the frustration sets in
of realizing that maybe all is NOT well in wonderland.
this wasn't how i imagined things
where are the moolit walks,
the hot cocoa in front of a warm fire
the long nights spent in each others arms?
maybe i'm too much of a romantic in my efforts
but it seems to me, things could should be a

little

less

distant.

than they are
days go by between conversation
even more between actual contact
maybe i'm too much of a romantic in my efforts
but this isn't how i imagined us.

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