Probabilities,
no one is getting out of here alive.
Subilties,
in which sorrow seems to thrive.

Can't remember,
all that is, and what I said.
Can't believe in,
all that I've been spoon-fed.

And I feel,
like I want you, too.
And I know,
that I want you to be.
And I see,
just whom you are.
And I want,
for you to be with me.

Eternal darkness,
are you are my only light?
My own savior,
protect me when I'm alone at night,

So frustrated,
when I am not with you.
And when I'm finished,
will you be here with me, too?

And I feel,
like I want you, too.
And I know,
that I want you to be.
And I see,
just whom you are.
And I want,
for you to be with me.

08/28/2002

Author's Note: Going off the style of Flaw, this poem quickly rose through my hits, and in two weeks, became the second most read poem that I have. I like this poem, but not as much as other people did, evidentally.

Posted on 08/28/2002
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