Saturday, June 05, 2004

A Woe to Be

A woe to be
alone, with me.
No one here but I.
To long for love,
to touch be touched,
While living out a lie.

A flame that sparks
then sputters out
A heart as dark as night.
Reaching out
for hands to hold
And yet no wings for flight.

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