Familiar feelings flare up,
Admitting I like it, Fear is preasent,
And this Dark Angel knows.
He knows of my past,
The hurt that I felt,
The pain that still is,
And my worry of getting close.
He understands my words,
My writings,
My solomn stare,
And my tears.
The Dark Angel has a past as well,
Just as complex as mine,
Yet it seems not to bother me.
NOTE: Written for an old friend.  Nate K.
Copyrite, VervainIris '01