By Pril
Date: 4 February 1998

It's Not JUST A Poem

You don't quite understand,
This is for you, about you.
I don't know any other way.

My tongue screw it up,
but my hand writes it clear.
Yet, still, you don't get it.

Read deep into the lines, into the words.
My heart is exposed, my mind's an open library.
Do you understand yet?  This is the only way I know how.

I'm sorry....