Volume 91, Issue 84
Tuesday, March 10, 1998
You never really know until it is gone.
You are gone,
And it has never been more true than now.
When i climb into those blue gray eyes,
I see the straightest teeth and legs that could race down mountains,
And I see something that I need.
You make a new level in me.
One that no one else has ever taken me to.
And maybe that's why I can't commit,
You put the fear of something new in me,
Making me run when all I want is to stay.
Late nights and different modes,
Something I won't forget,
And something I still covet.
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