A lost call on the homeless rage it represents
on Christmas Sunday morning with no presents
Lost triangles of love and affection
Lost in mischievous circles of misdirection
Holidays spent alone with a candle
with emotions inside we can’t handle
Lost secrets thru agenda driven sliding doors.
Leaving us with these padded carpeted floors.
Full moon tonight and I knew all was not right,
but then again you’ll soon be far from my sight…
I thought that I connected deep in your distant eyes…
but I guess when it comes to time, the flame just dies…
Deviations from a course that was once true,
Ended me up here, and over there… you.

04/14/2003

Posted on 04/15/2003
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