9/2/02

You're always there
Sitting by your lonesome self in the corner
Beckoning me with those dark eyes,
And I want to come, 
And so I start slowly.
But every step forward is
Five paces back.
Soon I feel myself running,
But only getting farther away from you .
And so my aching heart longs..
And my weary legs slow down.
My thinking leads to confusion.
And I'm not sure what to do.