Maybe it's just me when I write
I think about her all the time.
When I walk down the streets,
and I stare at the street of stars
I see her in my mind.

Each step I take is one more block
of how I did her wrong.
I was once her friend, but now
I'm just a memory in her past.
I stare blankly at her number,
should I dare to call her?

I sadly look away and decline
from the idea that we could
be close as we once were.
So I write a script of her,
and try to tell the
world how I did her wrong.

So that maybe someone else
won't make the same mistake
that I made three years
behind my young age.

07/29/2002

Posted on 07/29/2002
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