Sentimental

I miss you are simple words which leave an indelible mark
To the heart that hears these sentiments
Nothing else needs to be said
Temporarily, all seems right with the world
And all your fears are calmed
There’s a brisk breeze blowing and soon the calm will pass
Words can only scratch the surface to heal your pain
Just an aspirin to heal what ails your lonesome heart
In the belly of unhappiness frustration is born
Knowing what your woman needs
Is to be found by listening to the words not said
Listen to the quiet and you will hear her speak
You will find the answers were always there
Just waiting for you to find them.

Dean Jean-Pierre
4-26-06
8:01 on the train
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