By Crystal cwilkinson_85@hotmail.com
Date: 20 July 1999

The Truth

Someone once told me,
to treat lost love like death.
Their last touch, their last kiss,
their final words taken with their last breath.

"Longing for their arms around you,
dreaming of one more chance,
only wastes your time, my dear,
of finding true romance."

This advice makes sense somehow,
yet it's hard to heed,
when all I ever wanted,
is still all I'll ever need.

A shoulder to cry on,
a hand to hold,
a best friend to laugh with,
feelings I can't control.

A love I knew
was meant to be,
a disaster left,
in the heart of me.

My love I speak of,
my tears I hide,
The love I still see,
when I look in your eyes.