You silenced my quivering lips |
Just give me a fighting chance |
I miss that look of DESIRE in your beautiful eyes. |
You are haunting me |
Then again. matters of the heart are never practical. |
My life is a play. . . in progress. I apologize to the audience and the cast, the genre is still undecided. |
You are just a "thing" to her, |
There goes trust. There goes dignity. There goes innocence. You can have your shirt too. |
What is it about the human condition, that we have to bleed to feel alive ? |
Undefined existence of abstractions of young hearts. |