By mchristyson@yahoo.com
Date: 9 December 1999

BW-3

Maybe you and me
Tonight
We can eat chicken wings 
Talk about our own odd things 
Together we bring 
Each other sincerity
And under the surface
Extasy
Maybe you and me
Can see these things 
My soul to your heart 
Your mind to my ears
Oh,I will listen 
But will you hear
These words I wrote
When you stare to the ceiling at night?
I can only hope
But now lets share the night
over cheese fries
stare into each others eyes 
Take a sip of pop
And become friends again