IF

As promised...poem based on Chantel's original...I kept a lot of the words the same (in some cases entire verses - 'cause they worked...ps - its not my best work, I'm under no delusions...it's kinda about how I'm scared he'll forget me and we'll lose touch. We really had the makings of a lifelong friendship, but we needed more time to develop it. I hate that.

IF

It scares me to speak my mind
It might sound self-absorbed
I don't say half of what I think
I wonder what I'm thinkin' for

I'm smellin' your cologne
And listenin' to your laugh again
I'm singin' 'bout a friend thats gone A
nd writin' with this dried up pen

Wish I still had my imaginary friend
And who really cares now
Just who will I talk to?
Everyone's just waitin' for me to fail
Kinda like millionaire

I'm smellin' your cologne
And listenin' to your laugh again
I'm singin' 'bout a friend thats gone
And writin' with this dried up pen
Wish I still had my imaginary friend

Wish I still had my imaginary friend
Someone to listen,
Someone to smile
Someone to hold,
at the right time

I'm smellin' your cologne
And listenin' to your laugh again
I'm singin' 'bout a friend thats gone
And writin' with this dried up pen
Wish I still had my imaginary friend

Wish I still had my imaginary friend
And I would call him up
But he doesn't remember my name