Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Amity?
I have you,
Slipping through my fingers,
Shattering on the ground.
I haven't enough
Glue to piece you back together,
I let you lay in turmoil,
Anger pouring
Out your mouth like a faucet.
Someday I'll find my courage
To tell you all
That was ever on my mind.
That day, that hour,
That precise moment
Is years ahead of us,
But I sit beside you and
Listen to you gripe
Because, due to circumstances
Far beyond my control,
That is what a friend is there for.
August 3, 2006
Suge
Slipping through my fingers,
Shattering on the ground.
I haven't enough
Glue to piece you back together,
I let you lay in turmoil,
Anger pouring
Out your mouth like a faucet.
Someday I'll find my courage
To tell you all
That was ever on my mind.
That day, that hour,
That precise moment
Is years ahead of us,
But I sit beside you and
Listen to you gripe
Because, due to circumstances
Far beyond my control,
That is what a friend is there for.
August 3, 2006
Suge
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Amity?
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