She was beautiful in a way

That I have always wanted

Needed and desired.

I wish that I could say something.

I liked the way she moved.

I liked the wat she moved.

Not knowing how to say hello,

I knew that I must go,

I knew that I must go.

She was beautiful in a way

That I knew could never be mine.

I wish that I could say something.

I wish that I could say something.

Instead, I did what I always do,

Just watched, listened and waited.

I stammer, I stutter

My weak and weary mind putters.

She was beautiful in a way

That I have always wanted.

04/19/1978

Author's Note: ... an old one I found... I stutter, and have stuttered forever, not many people know that... when I feel it coming on, I get very quiet...

Posted on 07/24/2008
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