you have never held my hand or taken lips to mine we have yet to walk the sand and share what comes to mind yet i think i know you I gaze into an image broken try to feel the words you speak I strain to hear those words unspoken find strength for a spirit weak should i profess to love you are you even truly there or a figment from a dream are you someone with a life to share or just a ghost in my machine .....damn i wish i could have taken this to where i wanted it to go, and meanwhile,, i was stillllll thinken
