Poser
Loneliness was never my foe
Only because my love wasn’t true.
Love was a taboo, never to be sought
Only because I never had the chance,
To be with the one I’d call my love so true.
Love, by far, is the hardest thing I have to face
When she is with another and disappeared without a trace.
Exuberance, exhilaration of love can only be imagined.
Somehow, somewhere, in the deepest, farthest memories,
The moments, the people that I hold so dear,
Kept me alive and my heart believing,
That one day, I will have a male fairy tale come true.
For pot, peace and forgotten love
posted by white_castle @ 9/18/2005 01:34:00 AM
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