the simplest message

There'll come a day
when all of your friends will disappear.
They'll wash away
in a thunderstorm.
The plans that you made,
the visions of your most secret dreams
soon decay.
There's no one to keep you warm.

The simplest message is the one
you can never get across.
And with any luck,
you'll sit, shaken,
wondering what have I done.
Was this for real dear
or were we just having fun?

Light of my life
I've waited 'til now
to tell you so.
The edge of a knife
is my comfort zone.
The thought of you gone
has brought me to earth
in record time.
Beneath and forlorn
with no one to call mine.

The simplest message is the one
you can never get across.
And with any luck,
you'll sit, shaken,
wondering what have I done.
Was that for real dear
or were we just having fun?
Was that for real dear
or were we just having fun?
Was that for real dear
or were we just having fun?
Copyright 2005 by James Owens