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Hair

by Chris

Him I could be with forever
At his age could he understand
What I feel inside.
With me too long, never to be revealed.

How the honesty can hurt
Though it is all I ask for
Such small words, so hard to say
Nothing flows quicker from the tongue
Than petty insults.

And while these tears well up within me
Still he sits there alone
With nothing but fiction as his companion
I could only wish to be as happy.

Now is too soon for either of us
We can't understand the full meaning.
The truth from the first summer,
How my face would have glowed
At those thoughts.

For now we have our company
Revolution is so much quicker
The first hurdle over I have leapt
And the second being more of a wall.


Monday December 4, 1995.
General information: Jeff Walsh
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