by Gregory Snyder
Little girl from Jersey.
I don’t think you heard me, Say…
I’m so very sorry.
Lover’s I hope we can be.
Is there a way?
In my heart, in my head there is a place for you.
And all the things I said, I spoke the truth
I’ll remember you…
Because, Doll, you did something to me.
You gave me eyes & now I can see.
Everything… Everything...
But now we have to go our separate ways.
And I wish I had something better to say.
Because I’m not good with words – especially goodbyes.
And I’ve found it’s 10 fold when I’m lost in your eyes.
And all the things I dream I could wish.
Just a kiss, just a kiss… The taste of you of my lips.
Years have passed and I stand where we once laid.
An as I look around, everything's the same.
Except one thing…
So, I sit down on the ground, lay back and rest my eyes.
And as I drift into slumber our past comes alive.
Under the same starry sky.
I get a glimpse of you dancing in the sand.
You glide over to me, and reach for my hand.
Then I understand.
My toes aren't touching the land.
Still alone I stand,
and..
I know we had to go our separate ways.
And I wish I had something better to say.
Because I’m not good with words – especially goodbyes.
And I’ve found it’s 10 fold when I’m lost in your eyes.
And all the things I dream I could wish.
Just a kiss, just a kiss… The taste of you of my lips.
Last updated October 10, 2011