A tear in my eye - a smile you bring
A gloomy face - cheerfulness you bring...
Heard you were coming to my town
I knew i had to be around...
You may sometimes not be right
And you know i always like to fight...
To my poet friend.
You have a talent that many admire, don't let...
I'll
Never...
I have a friend, poor dear,
who dons an acheing head i fear...
Your supposed to be my best friend's ,
I can tell you's anything...
The most painful wound
is the relief less one...
So many words in the English language,
Yet, we're standing here in complete silence...
You say you want me to write happy prose
but anyone who knows me, knows me at all, knows...
Hold my hand,
Hold it tight...
This is a child's prayer,
My shout into the void...