i walked in
a beautiful wicked psyche greeted me
i could see the torment in her eyes
we walked together
hand in hand
covered by the black cloak of night
moon rays shining down upon us
sharing a glance
gazing at the stars in each other's eyes
acknowledging, wishing
but she left
a feather on a gust of wind
i hope she drifts back here

05/11/2003

Author's Note: i met someone last night who sparked something in me that i've never felt

Posted on 05/11/2003
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