By TruLeigh
Date: 20 June 1998

NEEDFUL

Words fail me -- emotions don't ...
when others derail me -- you won't --
at least pretend you won't . . .
until I get past words and feelings...

and crawl into my shell,
my own private hell --
complete with gates and locks,
no boarding docks.

needmore, needful, needless . . .
a perfect plain -- weedless!
of, "I love you . . ."
and, "Yes, you do . . ."

I could scream from it all, but
what is the point?...your call . . .
Sorry, truly regressing I fear --
There used to be a love song here!

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