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| The Neighbor |
| by Wayne Snow |
You were the neighbor that lived next door
The pretty young girl with the long red hair
I even remember the clothes you wore
When you stood in the window there
We soon grew much closer day by day
Ever so slowly you became my friend
We would decide in which yard to play
From hide and seek to just lets pretend
We grew older and we'd run through the trees
I would catch you and we'd laugh till we cried
We knew nothing of the birds and the bees
Nor the feelings that were growing inside
One day I swept you into my arms
And I kissed your longing red lips
I felt the soft force of your tender charms
And the need in your slow moving hips
I may be mistaken, but I'll try not to lie
The earth shook as if quaking - I'm sure
I felt tortured and empty as if I would die
We were happy, but now neither pure
Not one word was spoken from that day on
We went each our own separate way
We lost each other and nobody won
I still think of you every day
By Wayne Snow 2008 |
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