By sinneD
Date: 26 August 1999

alone

inside slow hours flow lonely minutes
of wishing you here in my depressed state
and this desperation sometimes defeats
the force of understanding and patient wait
sometimes it builds inside a trace of hate
and in my frustration comes selfishness
demanding attention at any rate;
but all are products of my helplessness,
when sunset nears, I swear, love puts them all to rest


for Cosette