The biting chill within the air
comes not from clouds above,
nor pain of death nor rapture
in this world of token loss.

I cannot hope to right express
the anguish that I feel,
The empty lonesome brokenness
that's scattered all my zeal.

I prized my independence,
my fortitude and strength,
Yet find myself still bound here,
my heartstrings forged in chain.

I am unused to living thus,
upon another's whim.
I rale against this circumstance,
and yet am cold within.

Just what are these feelings?
these confusions I hold near?
Strange new things I hold close to me,
for you have thought them dear.

What is this that's become of me?
That sweet brown eyes could turn my face?
One dimple grin and I was lost,
transported to this other place.

What is this that you've done to me?
Can you understand?
Have you even noticed it?
Why is there such a man?!

My heart has somehow gone to him,
I lost it without thought.
He doesn't even know it's his,
my self has died for naught.

09/25/2001

Posted on 09/25/2001
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