© Francisco Guzman 2005
I got a few things I have to get off my chest...
When all you've got is a photograph of the apple...
color faded and tear stained from every tear...
Let's write us a fairytale…
I want to write a sweet fairytale...
When I look at you
My heart skips a beat...
Now that you're gone,
It's too dark at night...
Dont forget to rest
Your sweet acorn eyes...
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To watch the sunset forever, I could...
I could not fathom the notion
That you thought of me too...
Hurt me, love me
Breathe me, need me...
Be an embrace in which I may weep,
a solace against the restless grind...
When it all hits
and my legs shake...
To be seen through,
clearly and concisely...