Rita

by Catalina   Sep 23, 2005


Who knows what awaits us.
When I wake up in the morning...
the sun will hopefully be out.
A new day will start.
This all seems like a nightmare, we await for the storm.
This waiting is killing me.
Who knows when you and me will meet again.
Who knows when I can kiss your cheek again.
I hope it will be soon.
I will await, and I will be safe.

This isn\\\'t my best, but i can\\\'t write anything else. Im scared about the hurricane. We are awaiting here for Rita...I hope it all goes well.

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