meandering - funny how i can even find the words
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Tuesday, November 19, 2002
falling into words
all that i heard
'maybe i could love you...'
i only heard what i wanted to
and i hear what you say
all those times a day
'why wont you love me?'
why cant i say what i need to say?
why cant i wish all these days away
learn to love, maybe i could stay
all these things are just a word away
fold the corner
mark the page
i'll get back to you at some stage
