– Clarence Holm
Suzanne was my friend
And once in a while we’d pretend
That it was more than it could ever be
Her eyes were denim blue
And her hair seemed a bit askew
But it fit her features very well
We played records and hummed along
Our days revolved around the songs
And dreams wandered days without end.
We held hands through the night
Soft touches were sweet delight
So many thought of us a pair.
Life was easy and we flew
Many moments – no review
Pleasant flashes of a life.
But secrets held from our sights
Complicated thoughts, imagined slights
Heartaches crashed into our affection.
Thoughts and songs of life’s extremes
Are only pieces of wishful schemes
In the end it was more than it could be.
And I left her standing there
Her denim eyes and curly hair
And softly dreams come to end.