beautiful creature



you look so distant



sitting contemplative,



playing with a pencil



do you feel pain?



or is it sadness?



maybe just boredom







awash in a sea



of blond brown strands



men would drown.



cradles your face



where lively eyes rest



(a pandoras box of emotions locked within)



and now in somnus you rest,



i dream of what you might dream.


06-14-1999

11/30/2001

Posted on 11/30/2001
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