Monday, November 17, 2008

I Miss the Fight - Peter Seiler

I Miss the Fight

I miss the fight that we used to play,
Being so grey I miss the color Jess,
I will let you get any dishes that you like,
You should know that I would be what you like,
I wrote a sad song that lasted every day,
The same strum the way that I always play,
It is not the words in which I sing,
It’s the feeling that means everything,
I would trade away my voice for one touch,
The voice that I have is far, far too weak,
As the touch that will never be from you,
As the snow that will melt and seep down deep,
As the heart that will utter your name Jess,
I will always no matter love and wait.

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