Thursday, February 03, 2005

To _______ ( I softly know.. )


Though words are absent,
I know how you idealise,

How you dream of me day and night,

And wish dreams realise.

Though in wistful silence,
I hear your glass heart falter.

And I, of all people,

Am the guilty afflicter.

Let not your affection dwell,
On one such as I.

Daily I selfishly occupy,

Your cares and your time.

Let not you, your tears repress,
It’s fine to cry.
For down Life’s bends, will arrive,

Someday, a loving guy.

2 comments:

crescent moon said...

nice
the arrangement of words is rather unique
but its one sided to those who know better...her grief, her grief, u the afflicter
wheres your grief?

Lionel de Lioncourt said...

er tis isnt bout michelle n me, bro..