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| If a magic bottle, washed up from the sea, With a little rubbing granted anything to me - I would not ask for glory or riches, For happiness is found in the following wishes: To kiss your lips and neck and cheek; To hear your voice, for when you speak, It's like angel's wings fluttering in air - Lifting my soul from the depths of despair. I cannot imagine a sweeter bliss Than your gentle touch and your tender kiss. For these three things I'd sell all that I own: Your touch, your kiss, and your heart as my home. 9-30-01 |
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| Another evening of self medication Trying to drown my heart's desolation. Ice cubes settle in an empty glass While my mind drifts to the distant past Of days gone by and happy dreams; Of romance - like on silver screens; Of moments together in the chilly weather; Moments of wonder - car parked under The starry sky. Days gone by, days gone by... Now my life is an empty shell Living in my living hell. My heart longs for what could have been, What could have been... I escape my pain in the dead of night. I crawl in bed and turn out the light. Say 'Good night.' Say 'Good night.' No, say 'Bad night.' 10-7-01 |