Invisible I am like a ghost, Unseen and not spoken to. Avoided like a curse that is unbreakable, If I died tomorrow, my hearts desire would not care, it seems... It kills my heart and soul to find him so stressed out, I die everytime I see or feel him sad. Hugs and little kisses disappear like my unseen presence, I ask and as if I am a disease, I do not recieve. In a way, he seems to care, worried about my heart, If he does, I give him all my love. Even if my promise has been broken, My worries, God turns into love. Angels know my love for him, They will protect and guide him, Into my loving, warm, comforting arms. Bethany Nichole Paulin Copyright ©2001 Bethany Paulin