his name escapes my lips
and i stumble
wishing i had muttered
or even mumbled
then this would have been easier
to cover up
and i would not
have to see the shadow
of sorrow darken your face
and still look away
as if nothing has
been said.
his name escapes my lips
and i stumble
wishing i had muttered
or even mumbled
then this would have been easier
to cover up
and i would not
have to see the shadow
of sorrow darken your face
and still look away
as if nothing has
been said.