Leona Adams,
I thought about you today.
Leona Adams,
this is how I pray.
I wondered if you wanted
to play.
Leona Adams –
busty Miss Seventeen.
Cystic Fibrosis
kept you from being prom queen.
Sometimes I think you were
a dream.
Leona Adams,
you wished we were closer in age
so we could be lovers,
and you could keep turning the page,
but your life was only
a cage.
3 comments:
I love this one - let me ask you:
is Cystic Fibrosis a metaphor in this sense?
or is this a true 'story'?
I love this one - let me ask you:
is Cystic Fibrosis a metaphor in this sense?
or is this a true 'story'?
Thank you. I'm glad you like it.
I don't suppose I can ask who this, can I?
Cystic Fibrosis is real in this sense, as is the subject matter of the song.
Leona Adams was a 17 year old girl I met in the hospital when I was 9 years old. I was only in the hospital for about a week that time, but I spent a lot of time with her. We played on the computer together, hung out and talked, and watched movies together. She did in fact tell me if I was older she would date me in a second. I think that's why I liked her...she didn't treat me like a little kid. Anyway, my time with her was a flash in the pan because I never saw her again after that week. I think of her often, though.
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