A poem from my younger days, though noone in my family really paid attention to it, Montana was the "artist", i was the "smart" one...i'm neither, i just write.

the world is cruel,



but so am i



i runaway to escape it all



though life is still behind me.



i run in fear,


in search of your haven



you open your arms,



to embrace me, as well



as the pain i have brought with me.



we used to know each other



we used to love each other



distance makes the heart grow fonder...



you are so far away



you've shut yourself away



and i've no where to flee



i wish to be near you again



not just the shallow sensuality.



i swear this time i'll not hurt you,



you do not believe



but i am determined, i'll not leave



i will stand here, at your gate



'til the day you open up,



i shall surely wait.

06-25-1999

11/30/2001

Posted on 11/30/2001
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