By Damen Palseycase@aol.com
Date: 30 June 2000
Rejection
Rejection
Strike me this boy of 23
his eyes have never looked more intently.
For you're so cold you're reference to my love is
non-excitant never knowing.
To taste the bitter that is sweet is an understatement,
my mind is set in a freeze, deep in a sleep.
I am left to guide myself with emotions so thick
as to drip slowly thru the cracks of life. Sickening
as it may sound, its complete bliss I don't
want this nor do I deserve it. Pain is what I know,
it will come sooner than I think, it will
stab me in the chest more than once, this I
count on. I wish you could see that love is not a lie,
the after effect of lust, or the remnants of a drug.
love is love.
Pain or bliss.
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