I wish I hadn't been shy,
But on the other hand then this write hadn't been done....
Maybe it's too late / More than friends
Maybe I talked too muchmaybe I was too straight.
Oh, that day
when we met again.
But I had a wish
Didn't mean to push you away.
Just find the state
we once were in.
But maybe it's too late for reunion
Maybe it's too late holding hands.
But I got a feeling we were more than friends.
The summer of -59, we were young and I was shy
We learnt to smoke, we learnt to dance
We went on bikes to the silver sea,
where we grilled in the summer night
We laughed, we loved...
secretly.
Maybe we can't go back
to the state that we were in
But I got to ask what can we loose....
You are free, so am I
I care for you and that's no lie.
That I would never deny.
But I lost you long ago
Now I realize it isn't so
'cause you stayed in my heart
I just can't let you go.
I will try to win you back
Win your heart and soul.
Can't you see, what you mean to me...
But maybe it's too late for reunion
Maybe it's too late holding hands
But I got a feeling we are more than friends.
But I got a feeling we are more than friends...
Poetry by Richard
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Written on 2008-04-20 at 15:25
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