LOVE NOT ME
INSIDE MY STONE
OF BREATHING MIST
LEFT ALL ALONE
IF I COULD BUT
PURSUE YOUR EYES
I'D SEE YOU LIKE
THE MORNING SKIES
KITCHEN COFFEE
WAKE UP SLEEPY
MEMORIES
THAT MAKE YOU WEEPY
SIPS OF DREAMS
THAT TOUCH YOUR SKIN
YOU REMEMBER
OTHER MEN
THEY WHO CAME
THEN WENT THEIR WAY
LEFT THEIR CLOTHES
BUT DID NOT STAY
TOO FEW WORDS
IN THEIR DISGUISE
ALL THE THINGS
THEY SAID WERE LIES
WINDOW PANE
LIKE RAINY TEARS
LOOKING BACK AT
ALL THE YEARS
WHERE WAS LOVE
THAT CAME TO STAY
ON JUST ANOTHER
AVERAGE DAY...
Bobby Jameson June 17, 2008
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