Oh how I wish you could feel my heart or even see my soul.
And all the pain that runs thru it but should you even know?
If I told you how I felt, would you even care.
So I laugh and even smile, to show you it's not there.
O'er the years my heart has died a little death each day.
And as it's getting near the end is there please no other way?
There have been times of pure joy and times of happiness.
And how i miss those steamy nights of nothing but pure bliss.
Now there's no hug's, no kiss, no smile, no heartfelt I LOVE YOU.
And though I've tried each dying day I fear the end is through.
No more will i shed my salty tears, your heart I can't embrace.
So I go on and live my years, and in death you may kiss my face.
A. Joe Hickerson....june 2000
