By Eric, thenuttman@aol.com
Date: 27 October 2000
Don't Mention Her Name
if only in our desperate moments, i could fly and see the mountains
if only in the days when light is a haze through the clouds, overseas
but don't even mention her name, anymore...she is so dead to me
don't even mention her beautiful name...she was so wonderful and free
don't even think about whispering...
could you please dawdle and whisper to me?
could you do all of this kindly?
i miss her so...i just wanted to hear her name
if only i could have broken the promise, opening mouths and shoving feet
if only i could have felt this love in - side of me, side bleeds
and don't even utter that name...i felt it once before today
the pains that, "she was too blame"...were from me, all me
and armies just like a fledgling, a yearling and a baby girl...
a humming bird that's floating there like a ghost, in the rain...
she was supposed to dream, her dreams were supposed to concern me
but dreams just never follow, the rules meant to be broken now
and every time i follow through i fail...and she's there to smile
so don't even mention her name, anymore...she is dead to me
don't even mention her beautiful name...she was so wonderful
don't even think about whispering...
could you please dawdle and whisper to me?
could you do all this?
i miss her so and i just wanted to...
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