went to the store for a long drink
stopping along the way to think
well, it wasn't all it was cracked up to be
i felt a tap on my shoulder but it was only me
then a friend waved when she walked on by
i wanted to pour out my heart but only managed to say "Hi"
passing clouds stayed in the sky
the winds came in low
i wanted to follow her but which way would she go?
there was a streetlight and it blinked off and on
i watched her turn the next corner and she was gone
there were leaves in a side yard and the grass turned brown
i once saw her in my dreams wearing a beautiful gown
i don't see why i should even care
the weight of memory is sometimes hard to bear
i took an imaginary sip and put my bottle down
looked in reflecting glass and saw a man wearing a frown
i wanted to pour out my heart but only managed to say "Hi"
he gave me a second look before he walked on by
every time i remember his glance i have thoughts of a friend
she was writing a book and didn't know which way it would end
sometimes a blank page is a story waiting to unfold
there are secrets that even lovers can't be told
went to the store for a long drink
stopping along the way to think
well, it wasn't all it was cracked up to be
i felt a tap on my shoulder but it was only me.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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