Monday, October 02, 2006

WIll she?

She asks me all the time why I'm alone
I wonder if that's concern or humour in her tone
She's not as old as me
I'm not as bold as she
Her past lies hidden from me in her own
Gone are the times when together we were never alone
I need to know your yesterdays, the joyous and the gory
Sit yourself down, darlin', I'll listen to your story


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