09.18.98 Part two 12:54PM
a poem I wrote a few days ago...kinda sappy...
losings the Present's Promise
I drop a dozen blood
Roses behind me.
Leap into the yearning
Maw
Of Desperate
Freedom.
All i ever wanted.
Was her eyes, her hair
Her face and voice
That soaks into me
Like an ephinany
Of light and joy
and tranquility
Alcoholic comfort
Replaces dreams
Of her arms, lips...
Whilst my long
Awaited escape
From quiet desperation
Draws nigh.
(Synchronisty's fled
damned i be
By this arch of Time)
1:01PM. Been here fifteen minutes, maybe she'll have emailed
me...time to check.