| JP The night I called I wanted to hear your voice Feeling a little drunk I wanted to be in your arms But there was a tension In your voice And when you said She was there I knew What you didn't want to say I'm glad I blanked out So I wouldn't remember What I yelled at you And how I cried I woke up Feeling like a fool But when I found out That it was true I knew that was the only time I would cry for you Now that you're gone I think of What it would've been like If we had tried A little bit harder By Larry Francisco I wrote this for a guy I knew and was going out with at the time. The poem says it all. I just can't say his name but the title is his initials. A little after I wrote this poem we started talking again. I even went to his house and helped him organize his cd's (oh wow huh). It was also at this time that I respected him as a friend and just liked being around him. He is now in Billings working and I want to visit him but I don't have any money to go down there. So i'll keep trying to write to him. Still have feelings for him but none romantic. |