It is you I miss,
because of
words I never said,
and because
we had never kissed.
You`re gone.I feel dead.
I`m a fool.
I was/am a boy
wandering
lost.Why did I fear…
you?You were my joy.
I must have you near.
It is you I miss,
because of
words I never said,
and because
we had never kissed.
You`re gone.I feel dead.
I`m a fool.
I was/am a boy
wandering
lost.Why did I fear…
you?You were my joy.
I must have you near.
October 27, 2007 at 11:18 am
Where’s all the poetry from the basement? Was there a flood?
October 27, 2007 at 11:19 am
That last comment was from me, Russ – it’s Guy, heheh…