tomorrow I leave and take away with me, all the things that we were and what we could be, while she still laughs at what hides her sorrow, and I still cry over yesterday past, whom must we count among our many friends, and the developements stem from silence and passion and pain, but it is only for me and there is nothing left to give, while in reality nothing becomes what I live, I cry out for her love and all of desire, and she cries out for me and all of the liars, that break us apart and separate within our hearts, the love we have taken so long to grow, it was cultured and pampered and treated the winner, around us gathered jealousy and clouds of the envious, but we even then were not scared when the rain began to fall, you smiled at me and I took your hand; stall, but we never faltered not once until this day, when love was a price remembered and hurt became pay, whose to say that crying is for the weak of mind? goddamnit goddamnit I cry all the time, but for you it is now over, and for me there is the past, where I must now live in agony, in Dreams that forever last....... dedicated to Sara Genaro by: josh farmer 1-30-2000 copyrighted