I'm waiting here and
every day seems to bleed
to one as if I was stuck
in a past that I can
barely comprehend.

I thought I know what
love was when I was
a tender young age,
yet each day as I grow
older I hardly know it.

All the loves of my life
were my struggles to find
a meaning in this life.
Yet all I can do is ponder
if I truly loved.

Truly felt alive in this world,
that someone could care for me
equally as I craved their attention.

The bouqet in my hands flutters
in my glass as I try to
drown my thoughts in liquor.
The broken notes of my past
does not play so sweetly as I
pluck at the leaves.

All I can say is that
it is over now.
I can no longer love,
because there is nothing
in my empty chest to
endure.

I am stuck with the fact
that the only point to living
is to see the sea of time
drag me down.

So I'll write these thoughts down
and you'll remember me softly.
Softly like the tragic fate of
all lovers doomed from the start.

01/14/2005

Posted on 01/15/2005
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