The Conspiracy of Bob
Outside the fishbowl looking in. A view of our planet from the eyes of an old soul.
Entry for October 06, 2007
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So our time is come

I was so afraid of this day

I wanted to call you

Because I didn't want it to end this way

You let me know it could only be friends

And now it's time to say good-bye

But I can't bring myself to believe this is the end

You once said I was playing mind games

Well I guess the jokes on me

Because I'm in love and things will never be the same

I know that I'm not your style, not for your tastes

But try and tell my heart you weren't meant for me

That if love were a speed, you would be just my pace

I'll miss you and I'll never stop loving you

It hurts so bad

And there's nothing I wouldn't do

To have you here with me day after day

Watching you laugh

Hearing the fainted sounds of minstrel

Strings in the slightest thing you say

When you lay to sleep tonight

Feel the soft lips upon your forehead

It will be the kisses I send you for you to sleep tight

Take care of that smile that I love so

Take care of that child inside of you

Take care and know my love is here if there is a need so

Robert Steward

1997

This was written to Allison Swartz.

2007-10-07 05:32:36 GMT
 


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