These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

Mon Ami

And I thought I've exorcised my demons
When I gave vent to my collected steam
But you're more than a powerful specter that lingers
You're an elusive but continuing dream

You're wreaking havoc upon my reason
A sniper who caught me with my defenses down
A torment, a savage storm to my sensibilities
A kryptonite to all the strength I own

18th June 2001
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