Love.. that intangible dream..
Hate, something we grasp onto so easy...

Fear, the drive to know it's never over
Pity, The keen sense that it'll be okay.

You were once, everything I needed.
You were. Once.

You knew.. and still do.. my darkest means
You know, about me and my inbetweens..

Maybe another decade will sooth our wounds
Maybe time will heal this heartbreak of ages and polar opposites.

It's hard to question what's real.. and what's just a lie
it's hard to set into cement emotions and the reasons why

I loved you once.. and I still secretly do
but then again, all this.. You already knew.

07/10/2005

Author's Note: ditto on the consiousness stream

Posted on 07/10/2005
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