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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