By KatyBeth
Date: 10 January 1999

Realization

Amidst the crowded day
I look down in my moment
Of mortal fear
  My chin pressed to my shoulder in
  realization
Lonesome creeps into my mouth
  Only to drip from my lips 
  Into you as our tongues dance
     in a warm tango
Releasing my train of thought
I look up with a peice missing
  because of you