We try so hard we bring tears to our eyes...
and we brace ourselves for the bitter surprise..
Speaking softly to entice the right reaction..
when it all has something to do with a hearts fraction..
Love is a faint whisper in your ear while you slumber..
since it always seems to have your unlisted number..
We try so hard the our hands and minds grow heavy..
but in this we just bide our time in the levy..
Spells and hexes to seemingly ward off the evil that lurks..
Waking everyday to the spark and still wondering what works...
We might not be special, but our lives have never been lived before..
So we just wake up asking for more, more, more..
Abuse comes standard in the mass of affection..
where we seem to lose all our internal direction..
Speak softly but have eyes fierce as the sea off cape horn..
While upon this very life we have all to adorn..
We live a smile a moment at a time and lie to save face..
since when you lose, it has nothing to do with points, but with grace..
1-12-2001

11/15/2001

Posted on 11/15/2001
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