October 7th, 2003


I wish (Chris in search of words)

for a close friend

I wish the time would just come
I wish the words would just come
For me to say what I must
I'm too afraid of you still
Your presence holds my tongue still
And turns my thoughts into dust
With you I'll always be glad
And yet still never be glad
Happiness is so brittle
When we come to part at last
Be there no regrets to last
That we have said too little
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