Silence
By sidewinder
Cut me to the quick, Never look me in the eye, A heart grown cold and my soul is looking for a friend, Met with an empty stare, Hoping for the conversations we once shared, I'm looking for an answer but the question is never asked, Communication is completely severed and my faith set in judgment, a stranger sets before me, Fear of losing you as a friend grips my mind, Apologies seem not to matter, Fate seems blind, If only... I could find that special smile and the warmth we once shared. July 23, 1996 Written December 29th, 2001 © on Sep 20 2002 06:06 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn personal • angst
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