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What Ought to say

How can I, write a song for you

There’s so much to say, but the words are so few,

I blink, precious time ticks away.

I yawn, as I think of what to say,

All the time I’m using metaphors,

And hidden doods, I try to play the mind,

I’m hearing blasts outside my thoughts,

I guess it’s time to sing what I think I ought,

Baby, I’m about to say something, You could find scary, maybe

I’m way past crazy, I love you girl

So there it is, I guess those words contain it.

They say it’s better face to face,

But I hope this song can paint it,

And it’s alright to shoo me off.

I think \god can help me sustain it,

But if you do return this invitation,

I hope to have a wonderful relation,

I can see us having a blast and helping

Each other get through frustration.

Dec. 19, 2003, 3:17 Inked Fingers