I almost never cry

Never asking why.

I keep it all inside

Which I why I hide.

I always lie

Which makes you cry.

I want so much more

I am such a bore.

So what's left of me?

What do you really see?

I just want true love

It is all I am thinking of.

06/12/1988

Author's Note: .... so I should never write while hanging out with my good friend Jim Beam.... God, I love bourbon!

Posted on 05/16/2008
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