Sometimes I would think of beautiful or of sad stories
And then write poems down
Put myself into the stories of the characters I created
And then feel happy or sad for them…
Today I’m in a real story
This is real life and I miss you dearly.
It is as sad as it can get
And as happy as one can imagine…
The songs in my head that night are still playing
My conscience is clear as day
We can walk this life through
If we decide we want, we can have what we want!!