By kevin urenda
Date: 3 June 1999

always wet

The pangs of the
lonely nights grown cold
chilled by those words
alienated from the territory of
your gentle heart
in a few reckless moments
of anger
I hurt though I know
I am truly loved
My tears do not seep from the 
windows to my soul which 
still burns for you
for men don�t cry
It is my heart that weeps
alone in the night
and the tears of my heart
may never be dried.

5/24/99


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