Tuesday March 21, 2006
A Sheer memory
By Princesa Villegas
Thought of betrayal run trough my mind,
pictures of your lips on others that aren\'t mine.
Ideas of disloyalty have me concerned,
Thinking that your real love is not me but her.
I can feel your craving and yearning for passion,
That only vast movements can give you satisfaction
I hear distant sounds of gratification,
I only hope that my senses are in need of rectification.
My trust in you has forsaken me.
And my beliefs of your love have taken their leave,
Now there is a tear rolling down my check,
Only one tear I shall shed and what left is a sheer memory.
