By wordley Date: 2002 Sep 02 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.02.12.23.9076]] |
She draws me forward, like an ever inward falling star, Nautilus-like she guides my reign, my tenure And like some ever-revolving entity she absorbs my energy To leave me here, bereft, like some empty vessel That she once needed, but now declines To say I loved her would be a waste To say I need her, a sin If only I could take her heart and make it mine... If only... |