There never was a line that I would hesitate to cross,
evanescent emotions make light of the void they would bring,
yet here I am completely still; completely at a loss.

Conveyance lacks vernacular, to you, and time's my boss,
dreaming wide awake about you, and everything;
there never was a line that I would hesitate to cross.

Crawling out of what I've made, I bear a heavy cross,
you fall away, you fade away, I'm double-bent in pain;
yet here I am completely still; completely at a loss.

A selfish-made decision that will break as I do toss
it out the window for assurance; you lie bleeding in the rain;
there never was a line that I would hesitate to cross.

All these decisions, that before now, I would not recross,
because I was hesitant to open up; had no acceptance in my brain,
yet here I am completely still; completely at a loss.

For you and all the ideas that we lack the chance to toss,
for all the written words and promises we never could explain;
There never was a line that I would hesitate to cross,
yet here I am completely still; completely at a loss.

03/25/2003

Author's Note: I screwed up on this one - my ryhme scheme went from -oss, -ing, -oss, into -oss, -ain, -oss. Curses. :\

Posted on 07/04/2003
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