When the Music Stops.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Wishful Thinking.
Regrettful tears fill up my eyes,
As full and stormy as the maritime skies.
But I won't let one fall,
When you promise not to call,
After all, I asked you.
Don't, I said.
It's for the best, I said.
In good time, I said.
We'll be friends again.
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