a poem for the most beautiful one
(1999)
a cold and rainy night
and i’m walking the empty streets again
looking for a face or a heart in this barren,
cotton mill town,
someone to remind me of you,
the most beautiful one of all;
i walk through the puddles
shielding my eyes to avoid the glare of
oncoming headlights
as my mind begins to wander and i think
of you,
my angel in blue jeans
i’d give anything to see the color of your
eyes
to wrap my fears in your sunny hair
to feel your arms around me
to see you standing naked before me
and hear you softly calling my name
on drowsy Sunday mornings
i want to tell the world the way you make
me feel
but what do i have to do to make you love
me?
to make you miss me when i’m not
around?
what could i say to heal your unseen wounds?
what will it take for you to allow your
heart
to care again?