My Illustration Desk

Los trazos y el tiempo se hacen uno, como resultado tengo líneas y según mi estado color, los que sólo a veces, a algunos pocos, dejo mirar. My lines, in freehand and the time becomes one, as a result, stripes, consulting my mood the color comes, and once in a while, to a few other, allow to watch.

Monday, May 30, 2005

Love From a Distance

When I see your smile
My pain goes away
My heart’s filled with joy
The rest of the day
When you speak to me
I dont know what to say
My mind all goes blank
All I can get out is "Hey"
To hang out with you
Would be my heart’s desire
It would light up my spirits
Like gas on a fire
But I can’t show my love
Can’t show you the truth
Can’t explain how I’ve felt
Ever since my youth
Cuz you love another
That I see clearly
Another cares for you
Like I do, so dearly
So I sit and wait
To see you again
I wait just to hear
How your day’s been
I’d love to tell you
That I’ll admit
But a simple conversation
Is as close as I get.
Author: Jordan Weidenhaft

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