It still is what it is,

Nothing more and everything less.

I wish that I could say more,

So much more, but I can't

So I won't.

I never know what to do

I do know that I am far too romantic for you.

It is what it is,

And all of my weak attempts at poetic thought

Will not make one iota of difference

To me, or anybody, for that matter.

My furtive attempts at love are just that

Simple exercise in futility.

It still is what it is, and nothing more.

04/20/2007

Author's Note: Musings.....

Posted on 04/20/2007
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