The motor was running

As my thoughts were humming

You sat, singing a song

What had gone wrong?

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

My arms for you, always open wide.

I thought you were the love for me

How much more wrong could I be?

10/17/1975

Author's Note: early college stuff.....

Posted on 06/23/2008
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