Imagine me, quietly.
That's how I am, I promise.
If only I were fierce,
and not afraid.
If only you knew how truly I wanted to see you;
Not through her eyes,
but through mine.
Jesus, if only I were quiet.
Imagine all the things
I'd say to you.
Friday, June 1, 2007
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