Little Jane c. 1994
Little Jane sang like a bird
with the sweetest voice you ever heard
blue eyes full of fire
and she became my heart’s desire
In our separate worlds we rarely met
our souls were one, our bodies desperate
she lived inside her mind
wholesome and yet kind
Well Little Jane grew up
and I did too
The one day she spoke out of the blue
Her words were careful and full of fear
I watched speak to me through my tears
After that no words were said
and so I wondered if it was all in my head
But many years later I got a call
and I knew that Jane had her pitfall
So now I visit her by her grave
I was wrong to thing that she was straight
I loved her once
and I too will fade away
But our story has no end
what we had started off as friends
so no more tears will I shed
as I follow her to my own deathbed
Notes: I’m not quite sure what that hell this is: a song? a poem? I was obsessed with country music at 13, so I think I tried to write a few songs. This might be one of those pathetic attempts.
