Half a World Apart
Sometimes before the sun comes upI hop in my old pick up truck
And drive down to the beach.
I walk barefoot in the sand
Wishing I was hand in hand
With my SweetPeach.
I sit and watch the sun rise
With a tear in my eyes,
Just 'cause she's not here.
The girl that owns my heart
Is half a world apart.
How I wish that she were near.
As walk I down this city street
I look at the faces that I meet.
Hoping to see her.
I get a little crazy
It all gets kinda hazy
Everything's a blur.
I watch the people go by
With a tear in my eye,
Just 'cause she's not here.
The girl that owns my heart
Is half a world apart.
How I wish that she were near.
High upon this mountain top
The view makes my jaw drop.
It pales compared to her.
She's not just a cutie
I'm awed by her beauty.
She makes my heart stir.
I sit and watch the sun set
And it would be a good bet,
That I will shed a tear.
The girl that owns my heart
Is half a world apart.
How I wish that she were near.
Poetry by Bob Simpson
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Written on 2010-01-25 at 03:58
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