Loney day, with you away so sweet a woman my friend
Stuck here at work, this guy's such a jerk, don't want to break so I bend.
Feelings of blue, I should get a clue, but still I feel like a puff
Forget the results, it's one of my faults, I really should stop with that stuff.
Don't really care, in that dazing off stare I forget all my troubles behind
Not all that good, parody would, eventually surely remind.
- posted by chris @ 8:13 AM

 
swept away by undertow, and the crushing blow, of opportunity's window-
it closed too swift, and now you drift; is there now a rift, in the friendship?
Wanted to prevent, this foreseen event, from the hardening cement.
But looking back, it's not love I lack, I just kept track, of some simple facts-
a friend i adore, and wanting more, but to risk all that i better be sure
and so I hesitate, to formulate, to contemplate, the current state
And I left unsaid, what was in my head, and cautiously tread.
But in that touch, was said so much. Was said so much?
Or nothing at all- I fall, want to call
and hear your voice, offer the choice, and in your words I might rejoice.
But you're too weak, and definitely meek, so I ask myself if that's what I really seek.
I watch you crumble, the emotional tumble, probably best that I be humble
So I'll back away, at least for today, and let the pieces fall wherever they may.

- posted by chris @ 10:50 AM