Piece Of Soul

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Location: Annandale-On-Hudson, New York, United States

I am fun. I am a musician. I am crazy. I am sexy. I am a poet. I am alone. I am free. I am exactly where I am supposed to be. I am loved. I am a leader. I am a writer. I am dancing. I am. I am. I AM.

Monday, March 11, 2002

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The phone falls from my hand
I start to cry
Your voice is gone
My hope, my joy, my soul disappears
It was so close, so within my grasp
When I closed my eyes I could see you
Sitting there, a smile upon your face
And I miss you
I miss you each an every day
Distance is so harsh
It teases you with
Long distance calls and sweet letters
With the sound of a voice
And the curve of her writing
So far away
I feel so alone
I want to call you
I want to talk for another hour
And another and another
I want to see you everyday
I want to be around you
I want, I want, I want
But I don’t get anything
Another two weeks
I won’t hear your voice
It hurts me
Another four months
I won’t see your face
It hurts me
My life, my love, my soul
Are all confused
So messed up
You are the shinning light
The one who scares away my darkness
And you are down there
And you don’t want me
I sigh, I breathe
I try to understand
To change
Change is a very difficult and complex thing
It seems very simple
It’s not
Change
I try