and we could just sit
on a sticky summer day
music surrounding us
the sun burning our skin
I could just listen
as you sing your songs
and we laugh at silly things
other people don't understand
you could just smile
and tell me I'm okay
it'll make things right
maybe hold my hand
and we could just be
laughing, smiling, singing
even dreaming
it'd be a dream within a dream
and we could just sit

09/01/2001

Author's Note: about Jon.

Posted on 10/26/2004
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