| Little Boy’s Blues I see you crying, from afar... I tell myself I know you, but I wonder who you are... You don't know it, but we share so many things............. and I know what succumbing to yourself, can bring......... I know it's hard to do what's best, cause what isn't, explodes inside your chest............ But I know that the Star you're reaching for is bursting out, from behind that door......... My little friend, so fragile, I long to see you smile..... I want to see you grow up but I like you as a child. Winter, Oblivion Style You were my winter season, and your snow drifts made me blind… I was looking for a reason, and hoping it would rhyme. It was raining when we parted; it was snowing when we met, the thought of you is still a storm I haven't weathered, yet. A lesson, well-taught, and I was attentive: but you always thought that I had-------no incentive......... Well, time will take care of the pain I feel, the cuts and the bruises, Time, too, will heal......... But what about this thing inside this Love I can't show: this Love I can't hide........... Will It go away? Will It ever leave? Will It make me deny? Will It make me believe? I keep thinking that maybe I'll lose it, somewhere......... and no one will find it, and no one will care....... But I won't try to lose it or cover it with dirt.. I won't forget it happened; I'll just forget it hurt........ To Buffer, 1980 by Joy L. Richardson, © 2003 Back |