Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Face to palm, tear to tear, mouth to tongue...

Life is faintly bittersweet
Built up only to be torn down
Joy tempered by sadness
Frustration and tears fill thoughts of the past
A longing for the future
The present is wasted
Shivering in the cold
Needing warmth and light
Waiting for the chance
For a full heart
To be whole

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