Lost In the Mail
I wish to spend one day with you
but frenetic fears prevail
All the things I'd love to do
but they would only fail
for I am only mirrored lights
of other days and other nights
and I could never make it right
my heart is sick and pale
I write a ballad and a dance
I sing about a lost romance
but we would never have a chance
and so I just E-Mail.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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