THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS
SANDY'S GARDENS
I'll keep coming back for you gave me something I crave and I keep my promises though not always well I'll keep coming back to give the only gift I have these flowers from my garden these stories I can tell looking back back when I was younger back when life was easy and everything was a song that could be sung I had the knack back when you would follow back when I was waiting for the call from the phone that never rung and the dreams I put in rhymes words you did not read were they some sort of crimes they just expressed a need for sharing more than life itself and the blood that we bleed reason to remember May and December and the sharing of the seed that never happened I believed you didn't want it so much I gave was unreceived and I don't know why you seemed to want me so much when there were places in me you seemed afraid to touch and I don't know why I wouldn't compromise when I saw so much compassion in your eyes looking back back when we were together were we really together maybe that question was why we parted was I just a snack back when you would follow I would look around and find myself broken hearted when you weren't there and you got mad when I asked why not maybe you had other dreams to follow answers were the one thing I never got and the dreams I put in rhymes words you did not read were they some sort of crimes they just expressed a need for sharing more you would share and the wounds we'd bleed desires unfilfilled oh why dreams neglected tend to die and the abandoned seed that begged for nurture I believed you didn't want it so much I gave was unreceived and maybe you felt the same maybe it was the same for you maybe some people can not fulfill each other maybe we were meant to be sister and brother looking back, can we go back to find love was true to find the friend we though we knew to believe to receive all we can do and I don't know why you seemed to want me so much when there were places in me you seemed afraid to touch and I don't know why I wouldn't compromise when I saw so much compassion in your eyes Back Ric Candor ©2003  EMAIL
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