Sometimes the friend I need isn't there.
And all I have is pen and paper..
Sometimes I convey what I wish...
Sometimes I can't find the words....
But at least... their essence permeates.
When I need that shoulder to lean on..
I just come back to what I've written...
Like an old reminder of what you already know to be true..
A.S.
And all I have is pen and paper..
Sometimes I convey what I wish...
Sometimes I can't find the words....
But at least... their essence permeates.
When I need that shoulder to lean on..
I just come back to what I've written...
Like an old reminder of what you already know to be true..
A.S.
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