Unlucky in love,
unlucky in life.
Only God knows how much strife.
A broken heart,
lies in twain.
left to contemplate,
on hidden pain.
Damn me for being,
too sensitive.
I know how much,
I want to live!
To feel the light,
to want to be,
your other half of symmetry.
I know it's hard,
to see first hand.
To dash those dreams,
that were so grand.
As I sit here now,
and dare to see,
the feelings I have for thee.
You sit here now with me as I write.
You must know,
I sense your plight.
But silence is there,
and with each breath,
you bring closer our mutual death.
Finishing your cigarette,
you depart and leave.
In the future will you read and see,
what your life really means to me?

(c) 27 October 1998 12:44, Fnagaton