I'M NOT VERY GOOD AT
SAYING WHAT I NEED TO
SAY TO YOU. . .
SOMETIMES THE WORDS
DON'T COME AT ALL;
SOMETIMES THE TEARS DO.
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE YOU
JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND
ME.
SOMETIMES I WONDER IF
WE'RE REALLY OKAY;
SOMETIMES YOUR EYES
TELL ME THAT WE ARE.
SOMETIMES I WISH I COULD
HIDE IN YOUR ARMS;
SOMETIMES I WISH YOU'D
WANT TO HIDE IN MINE.
SOMETIMES THINGS ARE
GREAT AND I THINK
IT'S HERE TO STAY;
TO MAKE IT THROUGH
THE DAY.
BUT SOMETIMES. . .
LOTS OF TIMES. . .
I WONDER WHAT'S IN
STORE FOR U AND ME;
AND SOMETIMES I DREAM
OF REACHING A PLACE
IN OUR LIVES WHERE
WE COULD LET THE LOVE
THAT LIVES INSIDE OF US
BE THE BEAUTIFUL THING
THAT I KNOW IT COULD BE.
~JAMIE DELERE~
