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A Weird Rhymey-thing Called Love

by Howard F Farewell

I want to hate
But I can't
I want to love
But I won't
I want you to see
What I wanted you to be
Just you and me
Not us three
Or four...or five
When I thought of us as we
Only now I seem
To think of what happens to be
As some warped vision of my own former reality
Coming though in interrupting waves
Never letting one see the whole frame
Setting yourself out of the game
Only to reappear
Another time..
Another day
Motives unknown and gray
Unsure to be true
Not right if they're real
So how do i feel?
... ...
I'll be damnd if I know.

11/02/2002

Author's Note: (cheese)

Posted on 11/06/2002
Copyright © 2024 Howard F Farewell

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